Memories that are nailed to the walls
My mother used to mention them
That was why we had to leave, she said
She felt they were consuming her
Some years later I found myself there
Memories had merged with the concrete
Where I had been living for years
And I walked through painful memories
There must be an art of letting go
Since it’s so much harder than it seems
I never felt nostalgia – but nausea
We could’ve pretended nothing happened
I left the concrete that wore the past
Ghouls play the drama all around me
Vivid images I never could forget
Seizing my concentration, my motivation
Perhaps the memories united with my skin
Maybe embarked my blood vessels
There should be an art of moving on
For if it was an art, I could master it
Written by: Lÿdia Pirat Granbacke
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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