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The Past

Like love to a lover's embrace,
it comes to you.
You lay there lost to it,
it takes over your mind, body, and heart.
Things that have come to pass,
things that are nothing but memories.
Like a fool you lay there remembering,
crying for things that can never be.
Some are locked forever in songs,
others, need no locks to hold them there.
Either way you lay there,
lost forever in thoughts of yesterday.
Then finally, the pain and sorrow lose,
for sleep has saved you and you rest.
The past is just that, the past,
visit it from time to time
but remember
it can never be anything
but what it is,
the past...