a hologram

night was slowly leaking out
from the dark sky
drop
by drop

he was in his bed
wrapped like a mummy
in the memories

looking at the postcard
that he recently found under his pillow

there was a holographic image
of an orphan kiss
that didn’t find the heart to melt

(silly)

that phantom feeling


the time became stale
and lost its crispness
like an old potato chip

when the air will go to sleep
he’ll leave

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