I know my way around the corners of your mind. When you ask where I’ve been, I’ll hold onto the moment where I found you missing me. Tell my friends I’m always near, and even though they know the truth, they need the reassurance. Nostalgia took the form of a street lamp on Patrica drive. Sitting on a curb at the corner store watching dirt turn to glitter. I’m the ghost in these abandoned moments. I’ll haunt you forever. My friends can’t imagine letting a piece of me go- their hearts rattling through rib cages begging to reach out for me. I’m very-much near and we’d all be alone if I didn’t weave the seams through the hem of our noise. Listen to it like we never lost it, because we never really did. Always longing for home. Hands intertwined- I’ll lead you back in no time. My hero’s look like summer nights and sound like teenage laughter. They shape-shift into moments where pain bleeds through to show me light. I don’t get lost, I get found. I roam in familiarity. Just how I know my way around the corners of your mind. –friendship

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