Echoes

Echoes of my illness play in my head.

Stories play in my head:

replay, replay in my head.

I hear their music.

I hear their voices in my head.

Ripples of memory

that remind me of my illness.

I remember as I walk the supermarket aisles,

as I sit, hair dripping at the hairdresser, sipping tea,

sat clutching my bag in the back of a taxi.

Echoes of an illness reverberate 

and call to me.

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