Treasure

December 23, 2009
By Anonymous

Scattered, beautiful memories I’ll always hold dear.
Even though now, I no longer want you near.
You’re quizzical looks, your jokes, and your laugh,
Are thoughts that fade too quickly and I know will never last.
Though the wreckage you caused will last forever,
And in time the bad will be the only thing left to treasure.


The author's comments:
sometimes the only things you can remember are the bad.

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