This new year
I tuck you away
Like a sweater I no longer wear
You whose squiggly ink
occupy hardcover journals
I cherishingly placed
on a wooden bookshelf
You I've outgrown
You a place I no longer go to
You who are fading with time
Leaving only faint lines in my psyche
From where I draft new ideas
You the ghost of last year's thoughts
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