New Memories For Lost Love
They might be gone, but the memories are new.
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4 min readJan 7, 2022
I know it’s him.
But it’s not.
It’s a copy. A reprint. The idea of a memory. And yet my memory struggles to form his image. His smile exists somewhere in my brain. A puzzle piece. There are other puzzle pieces. The rust-brown color of his beard. His laugh. His eyes. But none of the puzzle…