Longing For The Past

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Uninvited days of the past appear at the door of my present.

They push inside to fill the heaviness in the room. A smile begins to form on my weary face.

Uninhibited laughter, passionate entanglements, mundane and easy tasks, all flickering a pretty picture.

Actively watching the gloriously faded memories now vividly replaying in my mind.

But the door closes eventually, and I’m again fully toiling in the sorrow which summoned another life.

Tears, uninvited, fall silently. The wetness glazes over the joy. Images from a previous time return for safe-keeping until my mind summons them. Again.

 

**Originally published PhiloSusi 6/16/14  Posted here with slight revisions.

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