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Photographs


Leafing through
Random photographs
Caught in a wisp
Of nostalgia

I find it a bit amusing

How possible it is
To feel the same old feeling
By only looking through
A series of what has been
It’s like
Being transported into
An abyss of memories

For a moment

It felt like it is still
The last day of November
When we first made love
And I wake up next to you
The next morning
In the wee hours of December

Leafing through

Random photographs
Caught in a wisp
Of nostalgia

I felt everything coming back

It felt so fuzzy and warm
Made me feel comfortable
From the inside
But as I set down
Each photograph
I realize where I am headed to

Leafing through

Random photographs
Caught in a wisp
Of nostalgia

I remembered

How much I loved
And what I have lost
All in a brief moment
Of recall.

A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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