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23h
Time hums softly
through the cracks of memory,
a tender ache
the wind cannot carry away.

The heart forgets
the sound of laughter,
but never the warmth
that once bloomed within it.

My tag still lingers
in the folds of your story,
like autumn leaves
that refused to fall.

It shouldn’t have hurt
but my chest tightened,
the kind of ache that whispers,
“I thought I was over this.”

Our memories are asleep somewhere,
untouched, unchanging.
Beautiful in their stillness,
just the way they were.

And yet,
as time brushes past
like falling leaves,
I feel it all again,
soft, fading,
but still there.
✦ another episode of my relapse series ✦
(yes, there’s more to come :>)

i’ll stop once i’ve truly moved on —
for now, let me dwell on this feeling a little more.
i kinda turn into a poetic maniac whenever i’m sad HAHAHA

addtl note: this poem is inspired by “Time and Fallen Leaves” by AKMU,
so kindly listen to it while reading to feel my emotions ;->
Dawn
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Dawn  21/F/Switzerland
(21/F/Switzerland)   
19
   Pax
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