Foregone

Some of my feral childhood memories

Crudely invade my fluid dreams

So much so that

Over the years they’ve become

Well- a bit more like family

Painful, dysfunctional and unkind

Dropping in unannounced

Always dredging up some stupid past

Thought completely resolved

But mostly, blaming me for it all

And truth be told, half the time

I wasn’t even there or involved

It just goes to show you

That time doesn’t change- everything

And for somethings that a real blessing

Other times, when friends are absent

Or queerly few and far between

Memories rush back to fill that gap

Some with tears, some with laughter

And still, others with learned refreshers

Of how import loving relationships are

In their made moments as well as the future

Its a moment we should review ourselves

On how good or bad we treat others

Memories are their forever vivid echos

Always there waiting for us

They’re meaningful and important

Like friends and foe alike to be cherished

To be understood and placed in context

Because at some point for some people

Memories are really all..we’ll have left

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Poet of the Light © 2020