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Friends

  • Writer: Eleonora Soteriou
    Eleonora Soteriou
  • Oct 17, 2019
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 9, 2021

Uninspired by words

yet taken back by memory's gentle hand

reaching out.

A soft tuft of air waves past

lifting the heaviness of leaves

into a short-lived breeze.


Memories of people across the ocean

plane or train rides away

materialise beside you. You can’t

look at them but you can remember:

hands eyes voice presence

- silence.


Wishing you could bring

their universe

to yours,

you hang like a droplet from a streetlamp

- waiting.

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