Things that used to mean a lot
Don’t mean
as much today,
Yet missing
them can still feel sad,
No matter
what they say.
In memory,
there’s laughter
And there’s
comfort, which surrounds
Friends and
family partaking
In the foodstuff
that abounds.
In reality,
that picture’s
Filtered
through a rosy lens,
But the past
still seems inviting
When comparing
now and thens.
As the world
pulls taut around me,
I seek
solace in the thought
That most
often, all the yearning
Won’t reveal
that which was sought.
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