Untagged


I do not remember
the things you said to me
about me, for me
I keep no tabs, delete every written word
no saved files, no cut and paste secrets
nothing to prove their existence
Still they survive
curling up into tender silences
when we meet
stretching out the little time
we have
into valleys of felt memories

©reenaprasad

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