Bitter-Sweet Memories

Sorrow played its melodies,

sometimes slow, sometimes fast,
happiness coming and passing,

Sorrows never long-lasting.

Until a day, like no other day,
a heart-stopping blow
reduced me to tears of unending
flow.

Sorrow knew no boundaries,
endless tears brought no relief,
but flourished in their salted grief.

As time went by,

Sorrow wore a gentler face,
a blameless one I could embrace.

Sometimes slow and achingly sad,
sometimes fast, brimming with joy,

Sorrow plays its bitter-sweet memories
of long-ago.

poem by Elke Nigro
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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