at first, time was a hesitant ring of the doorbell
the lavish dinners I was only picking at
time felt endless like the parties we had
and stayed stuck in the playlists I didn’t get
time crept in, as did the extended daylight
time filled up the bin with things that had no other outlets
time was your tees in rotation till laundry day
then your black sweater thrown on any of my outfits
time evaporated in tea steam and forgotten cigarettes
and froze in two hundred photos of wide grins and unslept nights
time offered no answers, just questions lingered
then flew by,
just like the plane that took me away
Hà Nội, 3/2024
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started this right after I left, but only finished it today
to the day we met, precisely one year ago
Thu writes here 