Looking back

I look back and wish.

Wish hard.

Wish well.


For easy days, with lighter smiles, and vibrant hearts.

And then I remember the darkest of days.

How long they felt.

How they came and went.

So I remind myself a new day will come and somber days will be

-once more-

a memory gone.


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