Lost in Translation

As you come closer,

I can feel the musty scent of the past in your strong arms…

Sweat runs down my spine like a slow, serpentine river.

Your eyes, razor-sharp, pierce mine,

Searching for something lost…

What are you searching for?

Don’t you know that discarded stuff gather dust over time?

Don’t you understand that it’s impossible to resurrect the glory of lost empires?

Don’t you know it is impossible to breathe life into the dead?

Don’t you know that digging up the skeletal remains of memories is pointless?

Don’t you know that the future shows no mercy for an uninvited past?

Don’t you realize that we lost each other somewhere along the way?

Still, what are you searching for…?

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