I heard the echo of wind chimes
dancing in the winter breeze
Singing a song so ancient
that it edged forgotten
Now,
It tugged at something buried deep
Having made a home within the
dark crevices of my mind-
Forgotten fragments of a faded memory
I couldn’t quite grasp
They had been lined like China in harmonious order upon storied shelves-
bleached by years of ardent sunlight,
the color evaporated
Recollection was fleeting as snow caught on your sleeve,
Its cosmic prisms dissolving
into undefined space-time;
An unrecognizable, liquidated leftover of what was
Foggy, as soft exhale on a winter window
The hot breath barely present, spilling
like smoke between parted lips and fading in the cold
You could reach out to touch it, sure-
Press your hand to the glass,
feel for something that will slip through your fingers
Leaving them raw and numb
with the reminisce of a feeling
you’ve seemed to misplace
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