love, MEMORIES, poetry

THE DAY OF ESCAPE

And today as I stand in front of the mirror I cannot help notice the changes I have gone through. I look in the mirror every day but today as I stare, I see it. The obvious changes, I know, have not occurred overnight. I don’t laugh and smile like I used to, I see… Continue reading THE DAY OF ESCAPE

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MEMORIES, poetry

WiSH YOU WERE HERE*

  And walking through the fog, the blurring and cold fog, Kashiv felt a sudden lump growing in his throat. He was drenched in memories, fond and piercing. He couldn’t speak. He had no one to talk to, never. He had and has been alone, always. Only the brief episodes that formed those memories were… Continue reading WiSH YOU WERE HERE*