Last summer's backpack

by clippedtrust · 28/12/2025
Published 28/12/2025 18:29

Last summer's backpack.

Empty, almost clean.

But in the seam,

a fine, dry scene.


Just grit. Pale gold.

Clung to my nail.

A small escape, untold.

A quiet trail.


It held no ocean.

No crash, no spray.

Just the slow, dry motion

of yesterday.

#impermanence #memory #nostalgia #solitude #summer

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