This poem and the video were what came to mind for this week’s Stream of Consciousness prompt: attach/attachment.
Simple Memories Are What I Have – SoC
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As the days go by I found myself
Thinking often of the time we shared.
There was no other that I would have
As the first to hold my heart.
Can’t go back to that time but
How I cherish the memories left behind.
My thoughts turn when I see
Even one thing left with me.
Not that they are tinged with sorrow, but
Tinged with light.
Breathing In 