A curled, unnoticed wish
slips from its body
and squeals into the ear.
It rests in a narrow drawer,
marked under the past thought.
Does it remember what it was before?
A drained phone on a silent table
doesn’t accept fractured letters.
Light sinks into obsidian depth.
Everything has gone with the air.
And yet, just yesterday
a floral dress
swayed on a swing
in the garden of the day before.
Summer hung heavy with scent.
fruit, swollen and ready to burst
and someone drowning
in not knowing how to choose.
Then words began to cut
like sharp snow.
After autumn, dense with nostalgia
came winter, so indifferent in smoky fog.
Tenderness shed its leaves;
only awkward silence remained.
The world has shrunk.
Touch no longer brings closeness.
Misunderstanding stretches
thin, weightless, unanchored.
Steps refuse obedience.
A left hand holding a key
fails to find the lock called home,
where a warm flame still flickers.
It is possible to return,
through freezing winter,
to the juicy spring?
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:13 PM UTC
A curled, unnoticed wish
slips from its body
and squeals into the ear.
It rests in a narrow drawer,
marked under the past thought.
Does it remember what it was before?
A drained phone on a silent table
doesn’t accept fractured letters.
Light sinks into obsidian depth.
Everything has gone with the air.
And yet, just yesterday
a floral dress
swayed on a swing
in the garden of the day before.
Summer hung heavy with scent.
fruit, swollen and ready to burst
and someone drowning
in not knowing how to choose.
Then words began to cut
like sharp snow.
After autumn, dense with nostalgia
came winter, so indifferent in smoky fog.
Tenderness shed its leaves;
only awkward silence remained.
The world has shrunk.
Touch no longer brings closeness.
Misunderstanding stretches
thin, weightless, unanchored.
Steps refuse obedience.
A left hand holding a key
fails to find the lock called home,
where a warm flame still flickers.
It is possible to return,
through freezing winter,
to the juicy spring?
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