I remember you like this

I came back from school that day to a buzzing house and that’s when I knew, I’d never see her again. I don’t remember the last time I saw her, I don’t remember what she looked like in those last days, I can’t quite recall her scent or what her voice sounded like. I never packaged her presence in my head for later recollection. I couldn’t tell you the ways her face wrinkled when she smiled or if the tone of her voice changed when she laughed.

Nowadays I take note of such in all the people I love, I never want to be left wondering when they’re no longer here to correct my memory.

With all that I wish I remembered, I do remember who she was to me. She loved me in ways that stretched themselves to a future without her & filled places of lack there.

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