Ghost
It happens. They forget the sound of your voice, the shape of your eyes, and the curve of your smile. When you left, you tried to leave traces of yourself behind. But your smell on their sweater eventually fades, and your things in their drawers get pushed to the back, and suddenly you aren't real anymore. So you are replaced with someone who is. You are a ghost, a shadow, only a memory. So much that you wonder if you even existed to them all.
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Puisithis is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom - rupi kaur
