Keep in touch, the letter said
and has been saying for the past five years
yellowed, top of my desk. 
Somehow, I never wrote back
consciously severing the ties that bind,
seeking freedom from something
though far removed and nameless
disturbs me still.
And it keeps on reminding me
to write or call, to keep in touch
and every day I resist
lest I cage myself in again.


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