I don't think about it at all anymore
not even now
it's just that while checking
random inventory recently I noticed
weeds growing through the cracks in
the memories
both the bad ones and the good
soon they will be all crumbled
pushed apart and mixed together
the rubble of a vacant lot
or a stretch of road not travelled
anymore
that's good because
there's something about knowing when
you have arrived at a place to which
you have been trying to get
since those sodden memories
were new.
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