A feeling you feared to feel
With a hundred photographs spread on the bed
Each holds a story of happiness
You don't want to forget
But it felt so long ago
& the summer is in full bloom,
& your thoughts sober
To the days that flew by,
You want remembered
To the days that come
You hold much doubt
This is the reality revealed
A million unspoken words you write
But none expresses what fear you feel inside.
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