The air feels heavy

when I feel your presence around

even when I know you’re not around

I think the grudges we hold weigh more

than what forgiveness makes us feel

I stumble on our memory

as I walk on the same paths of yesterday

I feel your presence again in this park

like the smell of the rain in the sunshine

or how you always had the intuition

of the onset of a disease

Wilted leaves fall outside of time

The ground turns brown

The sky turns grey

The visitors of this park seem to fall away

due to an onset of a disease called rain

I stand my ground withholding the temptation

to escape or run away in/from your words

The rain digs the graves

The visitors fall in it

I feel your presence again

but this time I watch you watching me

like you want to capture this memory

as I, a stranger, becomes a visitor

and fall in my own grave

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