Nostalgia

Crying in thoughts, 
each memory a tear. 
A seer’s crystal ball 
with a direct link to the past. 

What sordid miseries suffered, 
painful sorrows lived, 
and winding pathways walked. 
To what end?

Wipe away each tear, 
yet they shall return. 
A tissue is no suture. 
There is no filling the cracks. 

The tears ever flow. 
A constant reminder to remember
What your brain reminds itself 
to forget.