Last night I watched a version of myself walk away

Last night

I watched a version of myself walk away, again.

He smiled like someone

who had seen the ending,

but chose to forget it -

just for the thrill of return.

The sky blinked,

and he blurred

into a thousand versions of maybe.

So I just stood there -

an echo

still trying to form a shape

that time could hold without crumbling.

-- Dima Ivx

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