Memory

Sunay Ragi
May 16, 2022

I forget how things are.

How the winter wind freezes my body while I’m covered in a hoodie,
How my feet feel walking barefoot in the grass on a rainy day,
How the summer breeze hits at night as we’re wide open to the vast.

Is my forgetfulness a curse?
Not know what to live for.
Or is it a blessing?
Getting to experience it all over.

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