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Can't be nostalgia

  • Writer: Lalima
    Lalima
  • 5 days ago
  • 1 min read

Lethargic spring sun unsure and soft

Insolent breeze stays out my window

The music on my playlist, mostly

Reminds of your presence in me

Hardwood floor digs into my flesh

My hands smell of linseed oil from

Old canvases that now lay spreadeagled across the grassy yard basking...

Just another ritual for sakes


What nostalgia is this that plagues me

When there was never a universe that existed with "us"

I mock my own sentimentality...

the leaves jeer and beckon at me

"Come , dance with us in religion!" .

Twenty pages of nonsense , is that fiction too, I wonder, just a minute.

It's a dull afternoon and I begin to miss your presence all over again...

Afresh! Anew.

 
 
 

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