different curtains.


they say that

i have them all

the time, but i never

seem to remember them

when i wake

up to the morning

sunlight filtered

through my curtains.

but here,

in this place,

the place we once were


i remember them so well,

the dreams,

they are

here when i wake

up in the morning.

i don’t know why,

why now?

it is, after all,

the same

sun, just filtered through

different curtains.

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