let us not
with good intention
open up another wound
nor scrape these old scars
that you now find
half healed
but still hurting
let us then
without regret
sear all these wounds
with red hot irons
to hurt them and forget
all memories
that still are burning
we live, we love,
we part without recourse
yet all cherished times we shared
on late night dreams
and daytime conversations
will smolder
just by remembering
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