Remembrances
I know that
you are somewhere
amidst
the roaring traffic
How to love
someone whose face
is a cardboard cutout
that says
The One To Whom
Nothing Happened
How to mend something
that isn't broken
a teacup kept safely
in a cupboard
without a thread
of a crack
To straighten something
that isn't askew
in the first place
As for me
I am still here
among the fallen leaves
a thousand red hearts
whirling in the wind
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