relinguished dreams

Relinquished Dreams

There is
no more
happiness.

 

No more
tragic
disappointment.

 

Tragic disappointment
is a
reflection of
happiness.

 

There are
pleasant moments
& melancholy
evenings stitched
with memories.

 

Memories are
not feelings.

 

Memories are
echoes of
feelings.

 

They are
weightless.

 

This is
what happens,
eventually.

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