As the depressing winter creeps in
The days become shorter…the nights longer
Dwelling in nostalgia
Thoughts of happier times cripple me…
Every whiff…every word of every song…
Reminds me…mocks me…derides me…
I long for those foggy nights
Those peels of laughter
That incessant banter
The conspicuous knock on the door..
The smell of the quilt….
That stack of books…
The mountain of ash…
The melted ice cubes…
I miss myself the most..
What have I become …
I can’t decipher…I don’t recognize…
1 comment:
Looks like there is an impression of my words here!!!
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