All the memories of You, of us, these small glass bottles containing these dear moments, what would have been wisest to do with them?

Keep them? But for what reason?
Smash them to get rid of them?

But then the content would get out and haunt me.
So I just did hide them in different secret places.

Some days someone unknowing seems to stumble over one of them and break it.
Like today.

© AngelikaJahn 2012


About blue

I am a divorced single mum to a teenage kid, and at present re-emigrating to my homecountry Germany. Writing helps me to clear my thoughts, but as well to turn sadness, fear, and regret into something beautiful and release it from my heart.
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