the air smells like rain;
a precursor
to my peaceful nights.
i wonder if every
broken heart
has started to forget me.
i hope i fade away from the
memories.
i was designed to
disintegrate,
perfect
built-in obsolescence.
solitude teaches me
everything.
lines i wrote
a year ago
flash across my brain;
‘what if my origin story
was the
present’
winter opens its arms
to long nights,
filled with silence
and emptiness
and overwhelming
content sighs.
my old
shower gel misses
my skin,
and there are near
empty shampoo bottles somewhere.
i’m remembering
the sound of my laugh
and the taste of my smile on my lips.
i’m remembering
every joy i’ve ever gifted,
and i’m remembering the warmth of
hugs in winter.
i’m remembering everything i
like about myself
and i’m remembering
hiding books under my duvet.
there is something terribly
charming about the cold,
and i pull my scarf tighter
around my neck to feel it more.
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