this face i'd seen so many times
sat across from and shared with
watching emilia, she is always thinking
her hair back in braids, whitened now
she is mostly quiet but always thinking
i try to convey how my time spent with her those six years ago was so influential to me
i hope i did somehow
i attempt to explain in broken italian how i was nostalgic for her fig jam
and i made my version in her honor and now i make it every autumn
people here, remember me when they see me
that is a strange feeling
that they remember when they see me, until they see me they have forgotten
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