Scratched Memories

Poetry collection

Remember, that old park bench

Sketched with our love memoir

Bearing symbols of our hearts

A relic signed with our names

Though rusted now with time

Our young love still glitters

Under the shadow of choices

That tore our lives asunder

I know you prefer to move on

The spark dead in your eyes

I like to travel back in time

Deep down the memory lane

To contemplate the reason

If those scratched words

Ever had any meaning!

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