Memories

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You sent me an email this week to talk about memories. Not sure what memories you are thinking of. I know the ones I have and the ones I treasure. They come and go, sometimes randomly. I don't pick them, they pick me. I think of us - I try not to. But I can't help it. I think of us urging to see each other. I remember the day I left work early to see you. Come to think of it, we were a recipe for disaster. But I could not reason with my heart. I still can't.

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