after a time, memory
after a time, memory
becomes
an embroidered
thing,
and your smile
a loose thread
to be idly
pulled at
or gingerly tucked in
.
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One of the best metaphors for this I’ve seen…excellent work I think.
thank you!! what do you mean, “for this?” (smile)