23 Jan

Just another dusty book in an attic

Just a slight glance, an unfamiliar sight

So nostalgic, so familiar, yet so…strange.

But, in one warm trance-like touch,

A trickle of long forgotten memories

Soon becomes a flood

Of bittersweet losses and happy beginnings

All swirling, twisting, entwining in my mind

And I remember, the once-connected thoughts

The gentle wishes, hopes, dreams of kind, connected hearts,

The hugs and the caresses, both physical and spiritual…

As I grasp the precious object in my hand

Close to my heart, for fear of breaking, losing,

And steady my breaths of newly-breathed life,

Wondering, with a refreshed and hopeful soul,

If one day, in it will be written,

My happy ending.

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