Sugar daddies and Chilli powder

 Through days and nights of things before,
weird how it all must end.

No remorse is left in this soul,
for sole the purpose is to stow,
away the memories and things of past,
for good intentions do not last.

Affection is missed,
reflection in bliss,
wasting the time in which you need,
all the things you need to be.

Yet time has gone,
opporutnities have past,
two new lives have formed from this,
and no more maybes can be said,
for everything done is dead,
cliches might come and go,
yet those times still stay.

Those times of sugar daddies and chilli powder,
of week long rests and unecessary bets,
have gone away,
so far not even memories can stay.
yet somewhere in that box that once was,
remains are kept, and nothing is lost.

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