Until the next…

And with that last gasp of winter,
I buried your memory deep inside
My temporal lobe. Never to be awakened,
Until the next purple Acashia’s bloom
And I shall meet you again, in our barn,
Holding that knit sweater made from green yarn.

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Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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