Remembrance is a funny thing,
it slips inside your mind
and tingles at your memory
until it manages to find
those little blue forget-me-nots,
that clutter up the past,
and trickle down our well-worn cheeks
when we cry at last.
These tears are not for sadness.
These tears are not for pain.
These tears are for remembrance,
running through your veins.
Opening up the floodgates
of times long since forgot.
The stories and the flowers
that plead 'forget me not...'
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