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There are moments
when we are—
alone or in a crowd—
yet not ourselves.
As if our soul wanders
silently… without noise
to where it wants to be.
Moments when the driver says, “We’ve arrived,”
the vendor asks, “Don’t you want your change?”
and mother calls out, “Where’s your mind?”
Hours we heard but didn’t understand,
read but didn’t grasp,
saw but didn’t see.
The TV turned off on its own,
the song repeated endlessly,
day turned into night,
tea went cold,
food froze,
the fridge door stayed open,
the house door unlocked—
and we didn’t know when we arrived,
when our tears stopped,
when we changed,
when we stopped being afraid,
when we stopped laughing deeply,
when we stopped loving…
And how suddenly we grew up,
our hair turned white,
and somehow—
we let go of our dreams.
And forgot that person…
forever.
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