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I think about you often
I wish that you were here.
I keep reliving memories
in fear that they will disappear.
I tell myself that maybe,
maybe with some time
your face will dissipate
and become lost
in the corners of my mind.
In these forgotten corners
your image will not grow.
It will sit and fester
beneath other memories
aglow, illuminated by the present,
by freshness of flowers.
The eventual vines may still
climb and coil,
but persistence will
force them into membranous cracks.
Let the unknown synapses fire
and bend the light
towards my eyes.
Let it blind me
from the inside
out.
About the Creator
Melynie Ferrari
I'm an avid reader and writer. I enjoy writing poetry about the natural world.
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