the thought of never seeing you again
makes my heart ache
like the way memories pull at the mind's keys
forcing you to remember the things
that you thought you forgot.
the way we spoke
and the way we talked
are still memories
stored deep in the recesses
of my fragile, tired mine of a mind,
precious metals sown among coal and dust.
the thought of never seeing you again
makes my heart ache,
and I wonder why I still hold on to something
that was never mine in the first place.
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