Lost Conversations

There have been so many conversations
Entered with vigour
Sustained by hope
Only to fade into deep recesses
Like garbage collecting
In cracks between paving slabs

Mess amidst tidiness
Decay amidst sterility
In life made bare

Where have they gone –
Those lost conversations
Do they recall what we said
And why?

Or has our meaning
Died in their memory?

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