a companion.

turning the pages of my memory book,
photographs from time to time,
feels like yesterday, yet has passed so many times
like a dream, like a broken reality.

if you cannot let it go,
at least do not hold it tight

a perfect companion does not exist, unless you seek it into yourself
and there will never be a companionship with a fool.

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