I still haven't figured out when it is already time to let go, to call it a memory, to replace the cap of the pen that's been left open for too long and its ink already drying.
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Are you also riding a carousel? Switching glances from your horse to the cup to the mirror to his horse. Noticing someone standing by the rails but after going around once or twice, finding them already gone. Thinking maybe he just grabbed a cup of ice cream because surely he noticed your braided hair. Hoping that the ride will never end and when it does, wishing Mommy will let you ride it again.