So much has blurred together
The memories are mushed and I can't pull them apart
So much has changed
And yet I find myself being the same
I miss who I used to be
I miss my old self
Where did I go?
Where did I leave her?
Is she still sitting on that park bench?
Is she laying by the river?
Is she looking into the distance as the sun sets over the fields of long dry grass?
Where is she?
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020