Memory Lane
This path is so familiar. One I've walked upon dozens of times. This path that has a single destination; you.
So I walk down memory lane once again, because it's the only place I'll ever find you in again. I hold these moments close to me, and feel you around me. This dust feels like scattered remains of your soul.Or maybe I'm just loosing my mind. It never felt the same after you died.
There it is, the house that you grew up in. The backyard where you fell from a tree and broke your arm, the pool in which you had your first kiss. Look, there it is; the terrace we used to gaze at stars from.
It's all the same, except you're not there. Never will be, no matter how many times I scream at the same stars to return you to me.
This path is my only anchor to you. So I grip the sidewalk and trudge furthur into this memory lane, searching for you knowing I'll return empty-handed.
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epiphany
Poetry(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand A collection of poems and writeups
