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in the fog of time Oct 26, 2024

  

I come to a place I used to come to when it was a place in which I belonged, a storefront with a tinted window and gold lettering advertising what it has become, not what it was when I came here before

 it is a place that makes me think of her though she never once set foot here.  I came here as an escape because I foolishly believed if I came to a place she never came to it would help me to forget, only to find her breathing everywhere like fog on the glass with her initials written there. as firmly embedded in my memory as if carved in stone

I come to this place where she has never been to remember her, to recall how I felt and will always feel again, writing my name next to hers in the fog of time


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