'I might not remember all of it, but like an instinct, I can still make out, even if I enter there after years, the places where there are sharp edges, places that are best sunkissed, corners that can fit me well, and corners that weren't meant for me.' To the places I have lived Does my scent still linger around there? Does my laugh still echo? Is my favorite corner, still filled with stories? Does the evening still smell of cookies and sometimes espresso? Are you still holding on to memory of mine? Do the ones that came after me, somewhere felt my presence... Did they successfully covered mine with theirs, or just revealed it more to you.
