Misc. from the mountains

Spending some time in Montana…

Pieces of my childhood, tucked behind things shiny and new,
do you remember? When it was just he, me and you?
A new life has sprouted, from whence the ashes dwelt,
Entering the burial grounds; I recall how I felt.
Its not the same with a piece still gone.
No matter how you try, what is: cannot be undone.

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