the great joy of recalling memories

I’ve been recalling memories.
Moments that hurt me, that defined me,
people that I loved, and greatly so,
how we are apart now.
People I miss, the love, the care,
the feeling of being wanted, protected.
Some feelings I thought I had buried deep,
resurrected,
nights are stained with the blood of those I lost,
reminiscing, not hurt
“What if”… but it’s just a fleeting thought.

that gave me great joy;