A memory surfaces in my mind;
emotions start to stir.
A place embedded in my heart
that sticks me like a burr.
This place, I knew not long ago,
where once I did reside.
Forever locked within my heart
and, in my mind, abides.
Always treasured it will be,
and when I shall return,
the pain residing in myself
will then no longer burn.
But fleeting is this restful state,
for time passes too swift.
And leave I must, this place I love,
leaving my heart adrift.
Return, once more, the hurting ache
that leaves an empty space.
This fond regard that’s always there
for this remembered place.
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