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 19h Kalliope
Boma
The flowers bloomed
I cut them down
You gave me the seeds
some moments
dont come back to you --
but when they do,
they usually always
bring the laughter
you still remeber
the shape of.

and for a second,
you're there again --
happy
and full of
joy.
whithout even
trying
to be.
project title reveal...

soul; an archive of feeling.
eeek, very exciting moment. :))

date wrote: 1/7
 19h Kalliope
Maddy
It is more than fine to say No.
Nothing behind that necessarily
You will find your way hopefully sooner or later
Make it an adventure no matter what that might be
No excuses just go for it
Do it your way
Enjoy yourself one step or leap at a time
 19h Kalliope
Malcolm
She walks where night forgets itself
beneath flickering signs,
past alleyways that hold their breath.
Not quite seen,
but the traffic hushes
when her heel touches the curb.

Streetlights spill down her spine
like a chapel of small suns,
and puddles ripple with memory
not rain.

She doesn’t look at you,
but you are already unraveling
Her name no longer fits your mouth,
your past left leaking behind her steps.

Shopfront mannequins turn to watch.
Buskers miss a beat.
Dogs whimper low like sinners in pews.
Something shifts.
Paint peels. Neon falters.

No perfume, no sound
just the scent of once-loved letters,
and a warmth like someone you mourned
standing just behind you,
never speaking.

She walks on.

Her dress, midnight silk
stitched with the hush of every goodbye.
Her face
you remember it wrong
every time you try.
Like smoke, or poetry,
or the space between subway doors.

Coins clatter.
Lights change.
You blink
and she is
gone.

Still,
you swear the sky
tastes different
since she passed.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
May 2025
She Who Never Stays
A familiar longing haunts me,
for a face I've never seen,
a body I've never held
and a mind I've never known.
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