The cold nights,
the lonely walks,
the random pictures,
the shared laughter.
Stealing glances,
making appearances,
panicking modes,
creating company.
This is my life now.
Soon, it will be the past.
Every string connects,
heavy is my heart.
One day, these memories
will fade—slowly.
I want to save them,
frame them,
keep them where
they remain
timeless.
~Aisha.
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