Memories Kept

Increase the dosage

of nostalgia

in the music of my heartbeat

and I will tell you

about the moonlit nights

and how we saw our love

in constellations,

in echos of our laughter

cascading through forests

harmonizing with cricket melodies.

I will tell you

of the butterflies

that fluttered until they learned

to fly into sunrise.

I will not tell you of the new day.


About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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