the past does not sleep, it lingers in shadows a laugh, a face, a feeling you cannot hold time carries you forward, but never far enough
memories slip through cracks in the present
they live in quiet corners waiting to surface a scent, a song, a moment suddenly alive again
you cannot return, but you cannot leave them
they follow like echoes—fading but never gone
each one a piece of you, you did not know you lost
some are soft—they bring warmth like morning light others cut sharp edges that time cannot dull you carry them all without knowing how heavy they are
the smallest details remain untouched the color of the sky on that day the way someone said your name just once
memories do not ask for permission to stay they exist outside of time, neither past nor present just there
you cannot rewrite them only hold them like water slipping through your fingers
gone, yet still lingering in the quiet moments
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