Our pensieve with pensive.

When memories are made, 

There is a piece of you left in them

That you can never get back. 

Since you are missing a piece of you, 

And you are aware of its presence

But you cannot get it back

It is either very delightful or very painful 

Sometimes, it is both. 

Mostly, these moments call for music

For me, Alexi murdoch’s soothing voice, 

Compliments the delight and pain alike. 

Suddenly it dawned on me that, 

‘Its happy memories that leave you sad

And sad memories that leave you happy.’

Blanks, leaves you with nothing. 

Well, much better! 

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