Sofia Kioroglou

On the verge of tears

I try to put my thoughts in order.

The buckets of thoughts too messy

to put in the box of oblivion.

The cobwebs of my mind

gathering dust, befuddling.

The bales of past experiences

tumbling down memory lane.

Too many photos of you and me

walking into the sunset hand-in-hand.

Our perfumes as evanescent

as the dreams of our youth.

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