Poetry

#13 Memory

I let it wash over me
the words you spoke
when we were free
from misery. I know
why you had to leave.
I think I know, trust me.

I let it wash over me
the feel of your touch,
the way your hands were
clasped with mine. I hear
you breathing beside me
at night. I hear fear.

I hear tears.
I hear hearts breaking.
I hear love. Fearing
for its life.

In silence,
I let it all wash over me.
Your memories that say,
Nothing’s ever going to
be the same. My love.
Nothing but my love.


Photography by vonmedeza.

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