If I take those blinds with me
I will roll them up
and store them away
Only to look at them
when I next move
and be overcome by nostalgia
strangely comforting lying in an unfamiliar bed
in a familiar room
I can’t sleep
I called out to you
but you didn’t hear me
You kept walking
and I just watched
wanting to see where you went
How to touch the doorway,
navigating an empty room in the dark
I miss you
I miss you, you, you, you
After I said goodbye,
I wanted to say goodbye again
But I stopped myself
Because it would never be enough
Thinking of a past I have never known
and I wish for timelessness
Can my drawings be timeless?
Everyone works in their time,
I am of my time
I try to draw a perfect circle
Shut the door, it’s cold
Morning light
The blinds are open
-- I don’t care
Pull down the blinds and examine the repeated pattern
pressed into my memory
I want to keep the past
I roll up the blinds
and place them in the corner of the room to take with me
repeated pattern
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