perhaps months,

May 2, 2017

perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t –
we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze
.
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