Another year has blown by
As quickly as a gust of wind
It has ruffled the leaves
Strewn the papers across the floor
Turned the pages of a book
Upset the water a bit
Rattled the window panes
And made me shudder

I stir the memories
In the coffee pot
And leave them to brew
And then turn cold
Undrunk, swirling
Growing more shallow, more distant
However with time
They’ll turn sweeter

They’ll come back
Flooding like a foaming river
And wash over me
One day when I need them
When I plead them
To return
Or take me back
To the sugarcoated past

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