Between my fingers
I feel the textures of memories past
In those dusty moments thought forgotten-
they remain with me,
living in small spaces under my nails and in my ears
both sad
and sweet
to sense.
My Body fleetingly recreates those banal settings
without my consent, without warning, but not undesired.
I find myself returning
to sounds feelings shadows lights buckles buttons bodies rooms fears laughs hopes dreams
believed to be left behind, behind
But they’ve been here with me
this whole time.
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