ah, sweet memories
the music, the poems, the prose…
to feel such sweet reminiscence
those rose-colored glasses, retrospect.
How I relish such memories
They are treasures to be hoarded
future death-bed consolation.
Here rests a gallery of melancholic sweetness
Mingling of sugary and ****
teases the palate…
This heart remains where it ought to be
pulsing, loving, reminiscing,
living every day, absorbing each moment,
gathering fresh memories
to safely file away
Originally published 22nd Dec 2021 | Edited 22nd Feb 2025 | Edited June 6, 2025