Remembrance
A poem about loss, grief, and how the mind forgets details you want to remember over the years. For a friend who vanished when we were young.
If you were here beside me
I would sit in silence too
Just to hear the way you're breathing
I remember it; I do!
It was raspy and unsettling-
No, it whistled when you snored
It's not something I'm forgetting
I'll remember it; I'm sure.
If you were still here beside me
I would not fly through the time
I would spend it just looking at you
And your eyes would meet mine.
They were golden like a sunset
I mean, well, they were blue
No, as green as moss in twilight
I swear I remember you!
Your voice was sweet as honey
Or maybe as harsh as stone
You came across so funny
No, you made dignity your own
Who were you in my memories
From years and years ago
How can I still miss you
Someone I don't seem to know?
About the Creator
Corwynna
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The body remembers what the mind tries to outrun. It remembers every storm, every rupture, every season of survival you forced yourself through. It remembers the nights you held yourself together with nothing but breath and grit. It remembers the mornings you rose anyway, even when rising felt like lifting a collapsed building off your own chest. The body keeps its own archive, written in muscle, breath, pulse, and instinct. Long after the mind rewrites the story, the body still carries the original draft.
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