I see remnants of you in the vespers of light
pouring in through the curtains
I hear your voice in the crackles of cigarette ashes
being put out on an ash tray
I feel you in the beat of the rain
dancing on the tree leaves
In the twirl of the flowers
swaying side to side without a care in the world
I look around me and you’re always there
in a simple but nuanced way
The subtlety of your complexities remind me
that we are just specks of matter
Little atoms existing in the density of the universe,
trying to find our way
Trapped in the ghastly moments of sonder,
our minds unraveling in the space time continuum
Breaking free of a Paradigm,
nocturnal habits lie awake
And I wear your love like my favorite hoodie,
old, worn, threads constantly unraveling
But weaved together in black and white
like the temporary memories of us
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