I keep finding bits of myself,
every time I dig up
a forgotten t-shirt,
or a worn out pair of jeans.
They come with flash memories.
Moments taken for granted,
that snuck past, undetected.
Here I am, unpacking again.
New season, new city.
Another fragment of life
disguised as a year,
launching at me.
I have grown weary
of sharing my wings.
I keep them well hidden now,
under heavy coats.
Hoodies.
Longer hair.
Buses work just as well,
with the added benefit
of invisibility.
I sneak past, undetected.
And in the evening
when I’m alone,
I stretch them out
and dream of home.
Louiza Lazarou is a poet from Nicosia, Cyprus. She holds an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Brighton, and has since been a part of Megan Falley’s Poems That Don’t Suck community. Her work has been published in independent Cypriot journals. She runs on coffee. (@floortimewithloui on instagram)