MEMORY

Down lit streets
tucked in dark alleys
is where I found you.

Carved of crumbling brick
in lines of graffiti
was some strange part of myself.

Though I didn’t understand it,
my eyes had seen
it all before.

Registering
a mental fog
my mind traced the memory
as it became
the present
and then the past.

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