You can always go back,
it's just that you won't.
More than just place,
it s fragment of time
tarnished and cracked
but remembered just fine.

And it's never going to,
it's always going back.

except you know you can't stay
except you know that it's gone
because ghosts of memories only live for so long

It's fighting the flow of the river of time,
forcing the hands so the clock unwinds
and you feel yourself change into old familiar skin
until you run out of breath and leave again.

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