their faces, their laughs, the echoes of our past
never leave
they hide beneath the cover of everyday life,
waiting for that moment
when the mood drops
and the days turn wet and gloomy.
they appear again,
just outside my line of sight,
whispering memories
of everything we ever did together.
my mind tells me they’re gone
to let go,
to move on.
i tell you,
i tell myself:
until...
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