I wonder if all memories
are worth remembering,
even ones you can't touch
because loss stops you at the door.
I wonder if all memories
are worth forgetting when
they become irrelevant and
disintegrate in delicate fingers.
I wonder if all memories
exist to stop existing someday,
the last scene in a movie reel
that begs for bittersweet tears.
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Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
