Vielfalt | a poem

there’s a photo album

that never comes into existence

never materialises

because amongst us stands a dead person

she thinks that he can’t fill that gap anymore

but I feel that he fills the entire room

the images only move

in our dreams

and what comes back to us

in the morning

who does

and who awakes

memory held the door wide open

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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