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Those Moments

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Silvern


Just some drizzles on the windowpane,
Blurs the edges of the streetlamp's glow.

A memory surfaces.
Not quite yours,
But close enough to wear.
The scent of old books,
A melody half-heard,
Becomes the soundtrack
To this quiet evening.

We pile up moments.
Like a smooth river stores.
In the basket of today.
That smile, so like him,
That familiar sigh,
A whisper that tastes someone else's youth.

The lines soften.
The past leans in,
A friendly shadow,
And whispers the same story,
Just a different actor on the stage.

I nod, understanding the smooth,
Warm lie.
This feeling, is it mine now?
Or just an echo caught in the weave.
Of borrowed sunlight?
We hold the threads tight.
Until the true colour disappears.


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Tuesday 10
Prompt: Conflate
 

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