I only know how to go too far

Fragments (A Poem)

Life is a collection of moments
Some moments get replayed and relished over and over again
Some moments are forgotten as soon as they happen
Some may be locked away because they are too precious
One dares not disturb them except perhaps in the direst of times
And even then one cannot recall them with whimsicality or irreverence
For that is an invitation of destruction
Then there are moments of pain and deep sorrow
These moments are in their own locked boxes waiting…
For what I do not know because they have their own minds and speak only when they want to
I do think about all kinds of moments from time to time
People are lost and places change
But these fragments of life stay on

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