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A Memory Jar

Aktualisiert: 3. Apr. 2022

I wish I had a memory jar;

a jar for every laugh we shared;

a red dotted lid I could open to smell our adventures and to feel your warm hands one more time.

I wish I had preserved our time before it had disappeared into the air.

I wish I had known that we weren’t meant to last and that I would not get the chance to listen to your voice forever

...not even from a memory jar.


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