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Sometimes
By Lisa Davenport
Sometimes your memory will push its way into my mind.
It's not that I don't want to think of you, or that I don't miss you terribly.
But, that in remembering you brings tears into my eyes and an ache into my heart.
Makes me remember with your memory, all the pain and makes afresh the wounds inside my soul.
Makes the emptiness overwhelm me, until I cannot feel anything but hurt, and anger, and helplessness.
Never will I forget you, or stop hurting.
But hope sometime when your momory pushes its way into my mind, that it wont be so hard to remember you.
And maybe even smile at heaven, knowing you are there.
By Lisa Davenport
Sometimes your memory will push its way into my mind.
It's not that I don't want to think of you, or that I don't miss you terribly.
But, that in remembering you brings tears into my eyes and an ache into my heart.
Makes me remember with your memory, all the pain and makes afresh the wounds inside my soul.
Makes the emptiness overwhelm me, until I cannot feel anything but hurt, and anger, and helplessness.
Never will I forget you, or stop hurting.
But hope sometime when your momory pushes its way into my mind, that it wont be so hard to remember you.
And maybe even smile at heaven, knowing you are there.