This afternoon
While in a little nap
Who had been buried
Deep in the layers
Of the mind's memories
So deep that
The image was hazy
Came in all clarity
Called me and asked
How I was
As I fumbled an answer
And offered a walk
Like old times,
The dream
Like all dreams
Folded up
Leaving me empty
With long buried memories
Freshly dug out

by Subir Ningthouja

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