About my past
In an old
Journal entry
It's like talking
To a friend
Reminiscing about the days
We spent together
There are moments
Of recognition
Epiphanies that arrive
In retrospect
Patterns that went
Unnoticed, back then
Because I was
At the epicenter
Over the years
These conversations
Have guided me
Into the now
My absurd dreams
Leave me in splits
As I think of them
All over again
Things I may have
Completely forgotten
Surprise me, and
Come alive, again
Feelings expressed
On paper
But suppressed
In my body
They sometimes
Make it out
And roll down
My surprised cheeks
I know not
What the future holds
But the past
Has been my friend
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