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When all that's left is memory.

By Jacob NavarretePublished about a month ago 1 min read
On a drive alone through the countryside. Santa Maria Valley, 2024.

Would you change a thing?

Knowing how soon I was leaving?

Knowing that would be the last time

You would ever see me.

Neither of us knew the future

We only saw it crumbling

Before our eyes.

The nights were so restless, then.

I never liked when the sun came up

Because it reminded me

That time was not in our hands.

That it was falling out of them,

Pouring and slipping through an empty grasp.

What did we have, then?

Well, we had hope.

And we had dreams.

Because we dreamed, and we dreamed.

But we knew, at the same time

That it was burning.

That fire we started together

In the name of love

Was not going to relent

At us, at what we had.

And now there was nothing

But I know there was -

I know there was.

I was there and I remember.

And that memory

Is all I have.

heartbreak

About the Creator

Jacob Navarrete

Leading a spiritual life after trauma and addiction. I've always thought sadness had a particular and ungraspable beauty to it. Expressing raw visceral emotion and bearing a light for those walking in darkness.

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