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and suddenly you appear, on a random day, at a random hour I can smell the sweetness of Polish autumn, yellow leaves tangling in our hair on the way back from that school on Bema Street, and I wonder...
Where have you been all these years, because it feels the same to see your picture, so different from what I remember. What were you thinking clicking on my name in blue letters, linking my blurry picture to the girl you once know.
I feel like a piece of the past has caught up with me, telling me to look back...the future so contingent on this moment of breathing in the feeling that friendship can last through time. And I miss I a town, a street, a time. And I miss a moment, a feeling, many faces, now suddenly so clear as if we just said goodbye yesterday.
On that one afternoon when we sat on the swinger in the back of the school, the future came into existence, because we know there is always a past to fall back on, no matter how far, no matter how blurry. And one day we will find it again, in our heart, on a random day, and I will smile, because I know, it feels good to have you back in my life.
1 comment:
I'll just have to keep saying it, i guess, but you're a great writer. You should really dedicate some time to publishing your poetry. It's a gift.
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