He holds secrets that she’ll never know, unless he confesses them like a snitch that can’t keep his mouth shut
Memories as if they were fond invade his mind
Truly they are bitter-sweet like blackberries plucked from the vine before they mature by hungry children who skipped breakfast
the bitterness of  his betrayel……his regrets

Unwound like a ball of yarn yet connected
One seamless piece intertwined with his DNA
Memories stored in boxes, hidden away in closets
Constant reminders
they are place holders in time….

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