When the memories are just blurred dashes,
footprints in your mind,
that every few years a wave comes,
and creeps up into the sand,
deadly,
washing everything away.
To start anew you say,
but to forget everything,
from everything!
is a new form of suicide.
You kill yourself with each swallow,
each sip.
I am happy to dwell in my past,
let the memories overwhelm me in fits of terror,
or may I be gripped by laughter.
I delight in the sad memories,
because they make me who I am.
With each pain comes a new joy,
because I have lived, I have learned,
and I have grown stronger.
But my love,
The thing with forgetting is,
you never know what your missing out on,
until its gone.
A contest entry
- Quickie, Prompt, No Line Limits :) by Cupcrazy.
550 points, ended February 22, 2008, 8 entries
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