Day 21 - One Poem a Day

Day 21 - Soup

The thought of you rises
as sequences of my pre-loved memories
I upload at the base of my brain
They all taste like poppy seeds
addictive enough to keep me coming back for more
and I keep on smelling the cover and pages of those memories
that are now conjoined and bounded like books
I store them 
the way I store 
my other dreamy novels
on the shelves, 
favorite chapters 
highlighted in a special bibliography
I do this so I can revisit all
the times where everything was as warm as
a bowl of creamy spinach soup
and the sound of lyrics 
written by a petite French troubadour
the story of us
was strong
it became my backbone
the skeletal that forms the new me


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