hiraeth

and sometimes, the nostalgia returns
the memory of you, through my rose tints
and perhaps, that’s how it should stay
because a filter makes it picturesque
and maybe, if I keep thinking like that
it will rewrite the past
and then, this history will be rosy
without your demons at my throat
and so, one day
I can thank you for being my foe

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