Untitled?The wind leaps towards me, hugging from the back enveloping me in warm arms. Hot sand wraps around the familiar contours of my soles, tugging me deeper every step like a child at their mothers’ feet begging not to leave. They won’t let go.Untitled?
They needn’t words to know the upcoming day of departure; they can hear the sorrow as I reluctantly release the air I wish to keep contained in me. I want more than just a memory, for memories wither and grow faint, never to know them again.
Birthday
Me.
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