i did not remember the place itself
the people i was with
and the footpaths on which i walked;
but i remembered the feeling
of being in that place
the lustrous green dressing my memories
the joy that lingered in my heart
while staying there
when we moved
all i wanted was to go back
it was like a dream that i knew i had
but i could not remember what exactly i had dreamed;
all i wanted
was to revisit the place of my springtime
and find out
why i had wanted to return in the first place.
walk in the same parks
play in the same playground
taste gingerbread dough
paint and run around
like i had done;
i did not remember
but i remembered the memory of it.
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