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I see 

myself, smiling on a summer’s day, 

watching the sunset,

shapes sketched on car windows,

days so cold my breath fogs up the glass,

a cherished photo in a family album,

my room, the city lights, constellations:

stars on sleepless nights.

I hear

a song that plays on a loop:

snippets of shared secrets, 

tied to a half forgotten memory,

a piece played shyly on a piano, 

hushed conversations 


I cling

to the past,

but a dream cannot be caged.

half of me knows this –

the rest retreats

to hide in a place it thinks it knows: 

travelling endlessly in dreams,

chasing fading memories.

Artwork by Amir Pichhadze.

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