Picture, if you dare, every
Memory you had today,
Capsulate the fragments into
Micro-mini retrospect.
Paste the pieces in a jumble
Overlapping, intersecting,
Introspecting to a point of peace
Reflecting yesterday.
Is it odd?
This sanctuary no one else can understand.
Only you can tell its glory,
Only you can touch its flesh.
Flashcards of imagination
Reach across an empty room
To hand you salty memories
Never to be swept away.
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