11th month

Searching.
traces…
of him,
of you,
of me,
of all those memories
Nothing.
What…
Have I forgotten
Have I disappeared
Have I erased
Have I deleted all of you
Loss
What is it…?
Do I miss you
Do I miss him
Do I miss myself
Do I miss anything
Freedom
Finally…
To breath
To smile
To live
To spread my wings and fly away

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