I go back, sometimes
when time’s demands are few
to locate some sadness or some joy
that I have visited before.

I do not want the past
to vanish  from my memory
lest I lose what I embraced —
what I loved
and have not ceased to love
in spite of endings.
I must be careful
not to stay too long
but revisiting what was
is part of what it is to be.

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