I was always there,
sequinned subtly ,
with the fibers of
unvoided moments,
if you ever traverse the
memory lane,
that slice of reverie ,
would indubitably,
behold the sight ,
of someone you left behind,
As,
I was always there,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Unvoided,,,,,,,
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So tender and hauntingly beautiful, Reena ji.
“Sequinned subtly with the fibers of unvoided moments” what a delicate way to describe a presence that lingers quietly in memory. The repetition of “I was always there” feels like a soft echo down that very memory lane you speak of.
There’s longing here, but also dignity not demanding to be remembered, just certain that you were real.
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