Words and Memories

I feel a lump in my throat,
A familiar sensation
As I wallow in my emotions
My ears still ringing
From the words you uttered...

It helped, you said..
You feel better, you say..
You cleaned up, you fixed things..
Yet the lump grew bigger.

A feeling of helplessness
Wishes I drift deep
in slumber, never to see dawn
And be lost in memory...
Like the sound of waves
Crashing against my rocky heart...
A memory.

I close my eyes,
I smile...
If only...

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