sometimes i wonder if one day i'll catch a glimpse of his face walking down the street
someone i almost recognise but not quite
the passage of time having warped their face into a whole different person
but somehow, through the glimmer in their eye,
i feel a sense of familiarity
i'm not sure if i would chase after him
or if he would brush right past me as if i were a stranger
like he always did
i'm not sure if we would find ourselves in a sudden embrace
reliving old memories as tears stream down our cheeks
knowing that we're both ghosts of each other's pasts
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poetry trip.
PoetryA collection of poems about trauma, grief, addiction, childhood, and loss.
