Hidden
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1 min readFeb 22, 2018
From the first touch a decade back
to the last kiss two weeks back,
I remember everything.
When it’s not yours to keep
You take notes and keep them
Secretly tucked in your bosom.
And when no one’s around
You unfurl the little memories
And inhale of them deeply
Seeking the lost scent of you
From that sticky afternoon.