long cool hallway, 4

i cannot walk down this corridor without tears
where behind each door is a memory that
i visit and revisit and turn over in my hands

examining the shape of what was
moments sharp and clear and warm and cold and soft

considering what could have been and wasn’t
unable to wonder what lies farther along the way
for the sake of sanity and wholeness

trading magic for magic is not easy;
nothing worth having ever is, so they say

i must believe them

the light of hope casts
such long shadows

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