Memories Are Also Places
I caught myself
coming back---
to the lyrics of an old song,
to the colors of old photographs,
to the pages of old journals,
to every little old thing,
and to the old us.
Because memories are also
places.
They are places
wrapped in a beat,
in an album,
in a poetry,
and in someone's heart.
And at one point in my life,
our memories once became
my favorite place
I keep on coming back to.
My love,
up until now, I still come back;
hoping you would, too.
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
