Some things go on until life ends
like a ball of thread unraveling over time
sometimes fast, other times slow, gathering momentum—
some things only get better with time
like an aged red, sitting open on the bench breathing
waiting for the right company
some things take a hold of your heart
and never let go,
even after you think they would
some things hold that place in your
heart
mind
soul
body
that pain you to imagine them gone
some things remain
long after you are gone
only some things
like a ball of thread unraveling over time
sometimes fast, other times slow, gathering momentum—
some things only get better with time
like an aged red, sitting open on the bench breathing
waiting for the right company
some things take a hold of your heart
and never let go,
even after you think they would
some things hold that place in your
heart
mind
soul
body
that pain you to imagine them gone
some things remain
long after you are gone
only some things
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