I see
myself, smiling on a summer’s day,
watching the sunset,
shapes sketched on car windows,
days so cold my breath fogs up the glass,
a cherished photo in a family album,
my room, the city lights, constellations:
stars on sleepless nights.
I hear
a song that plays on a loop:
snippets of shared secrets,
tied to a half forgotten memory,
a piece played shyly on a piano,
hushed conversations
offstage.
I cling
to the past,
but a dream cannot be caged.
half of me knows this –
the rest retreats
to hide in a place it thinks it knows:
travelling endlessly in dreams,
chasing fading memories.
