Retro(u)vailles // English version
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Last published Sat, Aug 2, 2025
Who would have thought-
A simple phrase, softly spoken by a boy of ten,
Could linger like a shadow in the heart of a girl,
Etched deep, untouched, for years beyond reason.
That phrase-
Whispered to me when I was just nine-
Never truly vanished.
It hides in the quiet corners of memory,
Waiting-
To rise again when I least expect it.
I have carried it through the years,
Haunted by a single, unanswered question:
What did you truly mean back then?
And now, I stand here-at the edge of a crossroads-
Ready to answer not with doubt or fear,
But with the full weight of my soul.
Yet still, a silent doubt claws within me-
Were your words that day truly meant?
Or just the careless dreams of a child?
And if now, after all this time,
I find myself feeling something more-
Is it too late to turn back the hands of fate?
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