Published in
Dec 26, 2022
Amnesia.
I was once here before. My feet remember the path that seems new to my eyes. Sudden joy greets my heart, as of reuniting with an old friend.
“The old city is in a bad shape” — uttered a voice in the distance.
-“Madeleine!”
“After you left the bridge fell, a terrible plague spread rapidly amongst us, and people abandoned the great city to its fate.”
-“I…”.
Precious memories flooded my mind. Of lively days that were never supposed to end: a continuous succession of morning and night, uninterrupted, timeless.
It was always you. You in the old bridge running towards the garden. You laughing under the flying birds. You the world I had forgotten. You the world I left. What did I forget and where is the secret garden?
