I
polish the memories of you,
I rub off the black spots
Of pain and disappointments
Until the memory shines
Like a festive silver spoon,
And suddenly, I’m afraid to see you
Because you’ll tarnish it,
Its polished beauty and purity,
For the frightening truth is,
There are two of you now –
One, who is perfect,
Alive in my mind and heart,
And there’s the real you…
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