Future Memory
Lonely nights wet by tears
embarrasment and anger reddening my ears
given comfort replaced by realized fears
pointed fingers reflect in mirrors.
Human interest parting ways
the sun glimmers in intervals on cloudy days
the past can be a treasure and so it stays
to one day bless my heart with it's distant rays.
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