Memories
By Parson Thru
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Memory is a cruel bastard. It keeps tipping things my way - often out of the blue. I suddenly get a moment in a day with you. Just a sense, you understand. Nothing more. A glimpse of sky or a song on the radio. But so long - so long ago. I should be filled with joy, for they seem like happy days, but instead I have a sense of loss. Of people, things and times to which I can never return. So much of it gone. As long as you are around, there's something. But one day... Well. All I'll have is fading memories and a headful of songs.
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Hi Kevin. In these few words,
Hi Kevin. In these few words, you have expressed so clearly, those feelings of longing and loss brought on by elusive glimpses into clips of past happiness.
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