dusty
by t.a. faust
some things stick with us
always dancing in our minds
no matter how long
we remember them
ages after they occurr
brought up by today
breakfast seems distant
yesterday's a lost lifetime
but some days just... stick
how can i repair?
i'm the only reminder
a flash in the pan
it's not nostalgia
nor is it open regret
there it sits, alone
images of us
pictures framed by innocence
children waking up
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