Memories Are Calling

They call, they fall
upon my chest as a heavy feather
Emigrating from my past
to exhaust my present
I never welcome ‘em
But they come, albeit never invited
Memories black
Memories white
Memories tight
Memories wide
Some are happy
Some are sad
Some come as moments
Some come as seconds
I open my window
and they susurrate
inside of my head
not intending to leave
nor desiring to stay
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