nostalgia has many ways of saying hi.
2018-2020 series.
Brighton, UK
I can’t tell if any of this was real.
I miss the skin that used to touch me
the smile that kept me alive
on those heartlessness nights
and your brown eyes
weren’t they?
My words have no meaning.
not anymore.
Rootlessness is stronger when I try to recall
when I remember that
I am still here.