when posting beats real therapy.

Larissa.

I reminisce, I smile at at us,
wide-stretching mark of a happy girl,
with upper teeth on lower lip
holding in the bursting joy

I breathe it in, myrrh of nostalgia,
silent breathy laugh exhaled,
lashes down, stomach in,
holding in the moment

I blink twice, lending clarity,
re-familiarize myself with reality,
once-befores and never-agains,
holding back the tears

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