i donʼt remember you, but somehow i do.
i swear i couldnʼt remember the last time i saw those unevenly crooked teeth reveal itself in an unadulterated grin, nor do i recall the echoes of your unapologetic laugh. tender as it was, but i couldnʼt really fathom if was was was, or if was never happened at all. earthworms dug on my pale and almost corpse-like skin, while i used my grave shovel to dig for a fragment of you engraved inside my brain.
but i couldnʼt. my mind was spotless of you.
i couldnʼt remember you.
it seemed like nostalgia; or an evoked anemoia wherein the root cause of evocation was painfully out of sight. i merely couldnʼt find you in the depths of my memories.
i donʼt remember you (i am you).
BINABASA MO ANG
graveyard of buried souls
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