The Flotsam Trail of Memory

I love because I love—

there is no other reason, and

reasoning cannot

undo love, with all its

tethers and tendrils, its

flotsam trail of memory

from faded photograph via

forgotten pleasures to the

cold text with its cursor

blinking in time with my heart

in a dark, emptied house.

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  • Olivia  On December 25, 2014 at 11:53 am

    And I love this one ♡

    Merry Christmas to you :-*

    • fridayam  On December 25, 2014 at 12:15 pm

      That is so kind 🙂 Happy Christmas and I hope you will come and read more x

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