Echoes of the past

At times, we get reminded of good times that draw a smile on our faces or make our hearts leap

At times, a picture, a glimpse of a familiar object or a tiny fragment of a memory crosses your path and leaves you paralysed for days

Sundays on the sun, broken hearts, laughter long forgotten, countless lovers, words never pronounced or uttered

Those are echoes of our past

Involuntary mind tricks hidden deep in our unconsciousness, ready to strike

now perhaps?  

Author's Note

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