Remebering with Dread

I remember the day
So very well
I wish I could go Back
I even remember the smell

But those days have past
Like the leaves they are dead
And yet the spring
Leaves me with dread

I hope you are happy
It was my choice I know
The pieces of my heart
Are seeds to sow

But at the end of the day
When I am alone
I feel my heart ache
Though it has turned to stone





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