Frames of regret linger along the crevices
She marked the ones that she couldn't forget
Memories of the past linger, stagnant
Like dust on dreams that haven’t moved in years

She walks through rooms heavy with silence
Fingers brushing against moments that never healed
Time did not mend, only softened the edges
Making the sorrow quieter, but no less deep

Still, she holds them
The almosts, the goodbyes, the unfinished words
As if letting go would mean forgetting
And forgetting would mean it never mattered.


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