Autrefois

Dec 27, 2015 16:30

Autrefois

It's the regret that keeps you anchored
to the bittersweet nostalgia you could
purge
treasure
pin safely behind glass

Happiness turned stale
tastes of ashes but
oh, how you crave just a hint of
that former flavor

Heady,
effervescent
Oxymoron contradictions
ring true to your heart all the same

Transience rarifies the moment
gives it value:
a price paid in tug-back currency,
a sudden vague sadness that settles
at the sight of
that once familiar smile
.
.
.

poemy things

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