Can you believe it?
Can you believe that here
is where we are now
compared to where we were
before,
back then?
Tag: remember
thank you for being you
When I become stuck in comparison
between me and her
or me and them
or me and that
I remember this summer
when my uncle hugged me and whispered,
“thank you for being you”
and I remind myself
what a gift I am, just as I am,
and my neck becomes a little taller
my chest proud
and I say to myself,
“thank YOU for being YOU.”
my mind running away
I think back to years ago
recalling small, singular events
of you, and me, and us.
I start with what I remember,
then my mind switches to imagination
and runs away.
As it runs away
it conjures stories and conversations
I know never happened,
but are real enough behind my eyes
I sit confused, uncertain.
Did we kiss?
Did we date?
Did we love each other?
Or,
did we end before we could begin?
short-lived recognition
Short-lived recognition,
if you can call it that,
of believing I know you from somewhere
and hoping
you recognize me too.
But just in case you don’t
I’ll dart my eyes away
before we know for sure.
community mourning
A year has gone by
without you here.
The pain, the sorrow, the longing
feels as fresh today
as one year ago.
I sit in community
with all who knew and loved you
as we remember
your smile, passion, love;
I can hear your laughter
ringing out and through the first snow.
We mourn you.
We miss you.
We love you.
how you led me
When I imagine
how his shoulders would feel beneath her hands
how his arms would flex beneath the cotton
the pressure his hand would apply to her hips
as he leads her across the dance floor,
I remember how you led me.
memories turned to dust
Collecting dust in the corner,
memories of who I once was
and hoped to be,
stand stagnant
letting the castaway remnants of air
settle, and find a new home.
Layer upon layer,
compressing those beneath,
perhaps eventually
stratifications will appear through the dusty clouds.
Memories, all visible,
stacked on top of the other.
Remove one layer at a time,
clean and polish the surface.
When memories have turned to dust
it’s time to let them go.
cold but clean
I can feel you here
in the strong gusts of wind
that wash over me like a tidal wave
and move under my clothes,
against my skin,
and leave me feeling cold
but clean.
on that day
One day
you will think of them
for the first time in a long time
and you will think you can go back to that time
when you were happy, with them,
but then you will look around
and remember
they are not here.
On that day,
I will be here for you.
best kiss
When I ask,
“what was the best kiss you ever had?”
your memory dances,
I can see the sparkle in your eyes.
Who were they
where did it happen
did you see it coming
had you forgotten about it until now?
Let’s sit here in memory
if only for a moment.
Dawning Words 