Two green hands with one about to hold the fingertips of the other, as if to caress. Their nails are painted neon pink.

Days

I used to hate days.

They reminded me too much of you.

Days become forgotten,

Days become the past,

And then they become memories that fade over time.

And just as I can’t hold onto the certainty of days,

I couldn’t hold onto you.

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