The man who broke her heart.
The perfect moment in time.
The day they plunged into the cold lake
after two bottles of wine.
The day he lost his fortune,
after pissing it away.
The night the bridge had closed
after her brother jumped into the bay.
The long line at the soup kitchen,
where they ran out of supply
before the man could get a bite —
before he demanded God answer why.
The different ways they treat him
at the reunion in the home
where family was once tight-knit —
before they left him all alone.
The birthday cake and cards
from the friends who were once there,
but now have moved away
and never show they care.
A sunset with her husband.
A vacation in the west
that drained them of the savings
that caused him to suggest
a better life for her
as he lost his confidence.
He took off one cold morning
and hasn’t been seen since.
We all have memories
that cause us to relive,
but staying there becomes a problem
for those who won’t forgive
themselves, or the other,
who hurt them in some way.
They have a tendency
to hold onto yesterday.
A wasted life is present
with memories that bind
the life that happened then;
those things that are behind.
We have to leave things behind and make a new life for ourselves
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Yes we do 🙏
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