in a room too big
walls too wide roof too high
i curl in one corner,
taking up no more space
than a blanket or a bag
music leaks from the speakers
spreads over the room like ink
finding its way under my shoes,
behind the bed, inside the closet
and in the murmur of my skin.
bittersweet memories and scent
of life passing by gently, roughly,
slowly and too fast all at once.
there are stories in my hands
that tremble like water
there are dreams i write into
awkward mistakes and tears
and we laced conversation into darkness
and dealt with the world from our safe haven
time moves just right but also too fast
mellifluous. pebble. harmony. tremble. hiraeth.
all the words remind me of your footsteps
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