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When I think of you, I think of the poem ‘Simplify Me When I’m Dead’ by Keith Douglas, specifically the lines,
“Thus when in a year collapse
particular memories, you may
deduce, from the long pain I bore
the opinions I held, who was my foe
and what I left, even my appearance
but incidents will be no guide.”
When I think of you, I think of how marvellous you looked.
The colourful flags that lined your walls,
The pillar filled with art, and the whiteboard covered in doodles,
The plushies and blankets splayed all over the couches,
And the black mould on the ceiling that we took with us.
When I think of you, I think of the countless tears shed and laughter shared in your walls,
The stories told, the jokes and conversations that artificial intelligence could never recreate.
When I think of you, I think of a home away from home,
A place where I could be myself, unashamedly.
When I think of you, I think of energy.
You’re never completely gone, no.
You’re in motion, constantly changing from one form to another.
Written by El Bancroft
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