Your Story’s Not Done

Memories are alive

They breathe and age

With us, like us

They’re never the same

They shrink and expand

With each breath in our lungs

They return us to places

Where they once had begun

They remind us how far

We all have come

Before whispering,

“Your story’s not done.”

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