On the verge of tears
I try to put my thoughts in order.
The buckets of thoughts too messy
to put in the box of oblivion.
The cobwebs of my mind
gathering dust, befuddling.
The bales of past experiences
tumbling down memory lane.
Too many photos of you and me
walking into the sunset hand-in-hand.
Our perfumes as evanescent
as the dreams of our youth.
© Sofia Kioroglou
Notes from my personal diary 
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