Kintsugi


You seem to come by here and there—clouds to my judgment. I think about how despite so much deprivation, I find joy in the memories I spent with you. It floods in and drains out through my eyes. I remember your face under pink lighting and how enamoured I was. I remember you holding me with care and how when I was broke, you would fix me with urushi lacquer. You finished everything in gold. I admired you for that. Do you remember when you were sleeping close to me? You looked so calm, I wish I could have been the same, but I was restless; In love. I remember feeling unstoppable whenever I felt your breath on my face. I kissed you on the cheek, without a doubt. These days, I don't find myself restless about you. However, I do, on occasion, wonder if you ever think about me. I think about what kind of mistake I was for you. Either way, I was wrong.

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