The Keys

No one cares about the past; I know I don’t
I’ve locked it away; threw away the keys
Got no use for it, be it now or evermore
I choose not to recall unpleasant memories!
I’ve loved, I gave it all; now I’ve lost
There are scars in my heart, no one ever sees
But I met someone else who brightens my days
Whose kisses, as soft as the morning breeze!
© F Aparici      08-26-2016

The fourth poem in my series of poems about the past...

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