Thursday, February 10


Remembering the past is nothing more to us now
I let go of your hand in the running water
You drift into the distance.

Across the broken boats beneath the surface
Into the waiting arms of angels
Open arms and kept behind locks.

The air can’t carry the smell
I remember it so well, trapped here
Amongst the fading flowers.

I have so many regrets,
I’ve never done the right thing in my life
But I know that I’ve tried.


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