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A memory was stored over here.
The last conversation
was placed over there.
The smile.
A curious look away.
Drawings viewed over a
shoulder.
Someone playing dead,
or flying like a bird,
or folded over
in sorrow.
Lost for now
in the sadness,
saying goodbye.
Okay, the last time.. Did I say
I’m going to miss being here? The sketch is from the session I attended last
night.
18”x 12” ink