All grown up and nowhere to go

This is the city where everything disappears.

Posted on: January 20, 2008

This is the city where everything disappears.
The jewellery box, passed down from your grandmother.
A pair of shoes.
Letters from him. Letters and postcards with big, hand-drawn hearts.
The keys… Where are the keys.
Yesterday’s newspapers.
The diary you kept since you were nine.
The tears you shed when you left him and the hugs you received from your friends.
The noises, cars driving by, workers humming a tune.
The sun.
Joy, then faith, then hope.

And then…
You.

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