How long?

How is it when I don’t listen and you don’t say, the words are uttered and they flow in the air. Look at how these words swim around me, around you.

Just a slight word triggers a memory, happy memories from the past. How is it when you don’t remember and I don’t forget, the past moves along?

A smile, a hope, a ray of light. Look at how it seeps in. Feel the breeze. The winds of change. How long till they make me anew?

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