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Aditi Jul 2017
Dear Imagination,

You set me free from the shackles of oppression,
Tiptoeing on delicate ice
Masterpieces came crashing to the ground where our tears fell,
Broken shards unable to be pieced back together

Crimson roses whispered of some kind of love
While golden, honey hued cattails swayed to and fro in unison
Our hearts were jumbled mazes full of wonder and admiration

You held my hand and locked away my deepest fears and secrets
You gave me wings and led me to majestic canyons that dipped below wide-bellied clouds
That cried and cried, spilling raindrops one by one

The skies darkened into twilight and the stars so many worlds away appeared before my eyes
And you took me there
A moonlit lake and hammock, quiet, gentle

Solitude gave me the best of you, my friend
Those vibrant peacock feathers promising change drifted away in the calm breeze

And inside me, fire met water
Yet both thrived

Together in harmony with you

Yours truly
We may feel suppressed from time to time, and we may not always be able to escape that feeling on our own, but with our imaginations we can.
Aditi Jul 2017
i’m addicted to the smell of gasoline
my battered shoes carried me by the railroad tracks
where we used to swallow bitter tequila under the speckled sky
do you remember?

i kept dried citrus tachibana peels in a musty shoebox
and conch shells that sounded like the ocean if you pressed your ear to them
snail shells too, you used to pour salt on them and laugh
do you remember?

our peacock feather collection is in my favorite bowl
along with the earrings i stole
you said i looked beautiful
do you remember?

we took a stroll at night once
and we saw that man with the bullet in his head
and the dried blood turning brown
do you remember?

our hearts were bound together by shoelace
we skipped rocks in the nearby pool
too afraid to go home

“do you remember?” my pen traces the ink
on the 254th letter to you
i seal it with my lips and hurl it in the shoebox with the 253 others

i guess i’ll never know
This was written from the POV of someone missing a loved one from their past. Although this poem wasn't inspired from my personal experiences, it still represents leaving behind close friends from the distant past and no longer keeping in touch with them.

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