She has awakened memory,
moments often burried out of haste,
out of regret and remorse.
Awakened, it shuffles through the mirrors
of my ever changing gazes
always outside looking in.
There is no shade, no blind
against it,
no amount of forgiveness or tolerance
gives it light for it is always the same,
a dark time,
a strong time when depths had been plumbed
and the inner light revealed.
Hopefully soon
I will forget again when I no longer
see her face in the sun.
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