Your Memory Poem by Sagi Writes

Your Memory

The butterfly
goes back and forth
between my lungs,
where there's a blast of winter
and no trace of the bright glow of autumn.

Eventually,
it sits and settles
amidst the raining petals inside my head, flabbergasted by the flash
of the first warm rays of the sun of spring.

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It's hard to let go, especially when that someone is already a part of your memory.
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