Letter to long lost friend

…what remains will fade with time;the thousands i come across sometimes have,unintentionally brushed the curtains.Sometimes they have done things that have reminded me of you.The remembrance of what was,tainted with what is.I have come across the smell of sweat stirred with that of wet sand dug fresh from a dune,i have caught the smell of chewed cloves in a crowded bus,the soft tapping of fingers on a notebook.

And then i remember……

they make me run my fingers over the spine of our old album.they make me lie down,cross my feet and hum a tune i never thought i knew.They make me hold you by your shoulder,turn you around and ask…

“Are you coming back?”

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