if your soul finds a likeness,
one you know you’ll never find again,
but one you know you’ll fight hard to keep,

would you run away from it?
would you let it go?
would you turn your back?

or would you hold it close?
and hold it tight,
and fight as hard to keep it?

and if it slips your hand,
and you lose it,

will you try to get it back?
or will you try to just forget?

even if you know,
you’ll never forget;

how do you even forget?



*this was originally posted in my blog https://overcastandhazy.wordpress.com/2016/09/04/xxii/