Decay


Every year that passes by

Brings in a load of memories marked by days on the calendar next to my bed.

2010.

But each year, it grows dull.

And duller, it grows.

It’s like a decaying apple

The stench is strong, the year progresses and so does the decay

Of memories of a past, long gone.

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