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Memories return to the heart when provoked,
Like a punch in the ribs.
They ache you, leave you writhing in longing,
This lust for memories that are so far away.
They fill your eyes with hot tears
That scald your cheeks as they fall.
That ache, that longing,
Why do we return to writhe in nostalgia?
Why do we torment and tease ourselves,
When we know that the memories cannot return?
What a strange torment, so very bizarre,
But we do what we do
And must not assume it insane.
Time goes by quickly, but we cannot grasp
It by the collar and shout,
''Stop!'' –
For that would be wrong and unnatural.
But how, how we long to return
To our memories.
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