Pure morning of long ago

I used to say I don’t want to move a thing, it might change my memory. My mind bedazzled with this song stuck on repeat days before you came. Before panic, laughter and late cries on Wednesday. Seven a m, I walked slowly through the house, my fingers barely touching the walls like saying goodbye. I knew everything already, same as it never was, nowhere I’ve already been.

And then I ask myself again, what are the chances that we meet again?