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yet again, i find my eyes following along the lines of the streets i drive across, my mind watching the same but from years ago, when it wasn't just me, but us.
the same streets. under the same dusky skies. the same lake lights in the distance. the same buildings blurring past.
perhaps i'm the only one that's changed, or so i like to think. because the music playing in the one earplug that i never seem to let go of, sounds the same to me.
it's a slideshow of flipping pictures between us all screaming at the top of our lungs and breathless laughter that echoes inside my head; melting into what now is a mere smile of longing, a yearning for something i've long ago left behind.
i promised myself to never regret. but i never did mention reminiscing, did i? maybe i should have, maybe i'm secretly glad i didn't.
i guess we'll never know.
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delirium
Poetrywhen the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
