This heart
A spiritual sponge
Wrings out
Yet another memory.
Wishing it could
Just dry out
In the sunshine
Of this moment.
Don't let tears
Fill it up again
Until it is heavy
With the painful salt of life.
Melancholy always feels
More real than joy
Pain reverberates
While joy evaporates.
This must end
No more hearts can rend,
Falling leaves will decay
Move on, do not revisit that day.
M.Kirkpatrick 2011
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