The past is a funny thing,

Nostalgia blinds you

using your short memory

to its advantage while

editing out parts

it doesn’t want you to see.

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It sings a song

you no longer remember the words of

but your heart recognizes the tune,

your feet moves on its own accord but

even while you sway you can’t help but

feel out of place.

For why won’t you recall it clearly if it

was indeed that memorable?