LEGO (or Letting go)



It’s a moody, rainy day

I want to talk to you about the Lego pieces,

The ones hidden in our closet, behind the cracked globe.

Going backwards

Trying to unfold the dusty bag

Remembering our polymorphic game

I wish for luck

They are still all there

Solid but stained by time           

We might be able to play,

Build new towers, new castles

I think one more game might be enough to stop the falling drops

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