memories, an old friend
just paid me a surprise visit
with invisible hands
that almost reached out to my feet
holding my breath, I stood rooted to the floor
wondering to God why I should open the door
………………………………………………………………………………..…………
(the night memories knocked on my door)
Memories...
A paradox in itself
How something visual
Can be invisible
Seeping through cracks on my door…
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