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There are traces of you
still strewn through my days,
loose threads
strung among sinews,
like a coffee stain
that was once there,
gone now
like it never existed,
to everyone but me.

I still see your faint outline
against the newly white linen-
whether or not I am hallucinating,
you are still here,
and I want you to leave
(even though you already did,
and I want you to stay)
even though you already left.

You are gone
to everyone but me,
and I am tangled up
in your loose threads,
so carelessly abandoned in my heart,

even though

you never knew

they were there.

you never knew (via theregalitiesofplainness)

About Time (2013)

"And in the end I think I’ve learned the final lesson from my travels in time, and I’ve even gone one step further than my father did… The truth is I now don’t travel back at all, not even for the day. I just try to live every day as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day, to enjoy it, as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary, ordinary life."

It’s more than a love story. About Time is also about the touching bond between a father and his son.

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