It's the feelings we want back,
Back before the mistakes,
Mistakes that set us on a path.
Path that led us away from a place,
Place that we long to go back to,
To the people who loved us.
Us: is what's gone, though.
Though the landscape looks the same.
Same face, kind of, with a few more years,
Years of walking, falling, getting back up.
Up to me to spread love, or bitterness.
Bitterness gets me nowhere.
Nowhere close to those old feelings,
Feelings based on what I remember.
Remember when we were too young to judge?
Judge not: people make mistakes.
Mistakes separate us from our people, and place.
Place and time: for forgiveness.
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