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Futile things.
Back then, I didn’t know.
How light that feeling was,
or rather, how desperately I wanted to hold onto it.

I find myself recalling seasons that have already passed, and even knowing there’s no answer, I turn the phone screen on once more.
I stare quietly at photos I could delete, yet somehow never do.

Nothing changes, yet my heart keeps circling the same place.
Silently calling a name that can no longer be reached.

Sometimes a thought comes to me.
Why do people linger so long over things that lead nowhere?

A greeting given while knowing it will fade,
a sentence written while knowing it will never reach,
a feeling that began even though the ending was already known.

Flowers fall, fireworks vanish, and words scatter into the air.

Still, the warmth of that time does not disappear completely.
It remains somewhere, thinly layered, stopping me in my tracks every now and then.

Maybe that is why.
Why we begin again even while knowing.
Why we offer our hearts, even while knowing it is futile.