There are experiences
I wish I could bottle
Seal tight in a jar
and let them live there
suspended
just as they were
Then I could revisit them
Soft
untainted
still
Before the after
Before everything turns sour
Before our true colors bleed through
Before the magic gives way to the human
The more of you
that you kept stashed
The other side of you
that leaves me crushed
But nothing survives in a vacuum, I guess
And memories, too,
must breathe the air of today
Where you’ve ultimately
inevitably
mercilessly
fractured my spirit
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