You come up - Alice S. Yousef

You come up,

like the treasure found at the end of a box

you come up,

like surfacing for oxygen

you come up,

like a word in a dictionary, looked for not found

you come up,

like a wind floating by quickly

you come up,

like the end of a choir

you come up,

like a sentence out of place

you come up

in stories, like a heavy character

you come up

in memory like its companion

you come up

in red and blue bruises

you always come up

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Alice S. Yousef (21st century) Palestine

Source: Blooms in Indigo