he's sitting there
in the aftermath
of his thoughts
thinking about her
as her memory
mature like a fine wine
comes to mind
drinking
and tasting her lost bouquet
drowning his sorrow
into reminiscing
a love that once was
and never came again
and
he knows there's nothing
he can do nothing to keep
these memories away
tasting them
every time
time after time
again and again
of once a love
that never came again
(c) JR. 2023
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