It’s too hard to forget.
A full cycle of regrets.
All the time we had spent.
The pain remains relevant.
The chaos and the décor.
Each memory left to explore.
You wanted, but I wanted more.
I never found the open door.
The panic in your ways.
Knowing you got away.
Always searching for an escape.
The laughter you design and fake.
Years of sadness and abuse.
Waiting for that breakthrough.
Decoded in your dreams.
The stress within extremes.
It’s too hard to ever forget.
Memories of the time we spent.
You wanted, I wanted more.
More than ever and ever before.
© 8/1/2022: Bruce Clifford
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