Remember
So, I just sit here,
waiting for you to defeat
the oblivion
and again, at last,
remember where you left me
like a forgotten
toy from your childhood,
and like every toy I too
need magic to come
alive again; that
kind of magic from the sweet
little human of
mine, the one who, at
once, placed an incandescent
piece from his soul into me.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2017
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