Always

I had forgotten – almost,
though I’ve read
the words
like moments
I once lived
and documented,
through the drawers
I’ve rummaged,
for the reminders
I’ll find
like photographs;
the words,
all of them,
and how they
take me back – always,
to where I was,
and to who I was
when I wrote them.

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