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There’s a paper chain of memories
looping around the bumps and corners
of my subconscious.
How long have you been there,
lurking in the shadows,
waiting?
I run my wrist through the holes
and wear the years like bracelets,
all the time trying to convince myself
that that’s all that’s left:
a few good years (and some change)
that we shared blindly
but together.
This is one of my favorites.
ReplyDeleteNo doubt.
I love this.