Collected behind the frosty glass

Frozen snippets of the past.

Pick one up and hold it tight.

Climb inside it for the night.

Pop the pills. Embrace the pain.

Keep the memories. What’s to gain?

 

One by one they start to fall

Clearing space along the wall.

One by one they all escape

Curling up and losing shape.

One by one you let them go

These people that you used to know.

 

Poetry

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