Revisiting

Opening the black door,

I walked into fragments of the worlds I remembered.

As I traced my footsteps,

I noticed disconnections between each chapter.

With each fragmentation,

a part of myself was left behind,

along with the relationships I had then.

As I start to travel them back,

I feel heard. I no longer feel alone.

All those places, the weathers, the embraces, and the warmth,

they are with me in my heart.

11.26.2025