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In the Shadow of 2022

The story began in 2022,

The story was the same,

Nothing new to you.


With a life like a queen,

And standards set higher,

My dreams painted yellow and green,

I realized a newfound desire.


It is the same old love story

That began in 2022,

The story was the same,

It would be nothing new to you.


Three dreams caught me in a trance,

Freud is to be blamed.

“It’s just a crush” was my stance;

His theory of psychoanalysis played games.


From December of 2022 to December of ’23,

I was then at home, now I am in a strange city.

But my feelings for that one person didn’t change.


I still wanted to talk, to listen,

And him, I wanted to see.

With that one,I

could be anything I wanted to be.


Here, March is cold; there, December was warm.

Here, there is nothing to hold on to; there, I had an arm.

There, I was out in the sun; here, not a ray reaches me.

It is the same old love story,

But it was new to me.


Those old love stories,

Where for your love, you could die;

Here, I have someone I love,

But I will valiantly live by.


I don’t know what true love is.

Is it a walk on the grass or a dance in the moonlight?

I won’t know how to express that

In 365 days and 365 nights.


The story began in 2022.

I still don’t know if my love is true.

But it was new to me—

Was it new to you?


In the Shadow of 2022 | Poem

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