Fiction? | Non Fiction?




Remembrance

You’ll never be half-remembered,
never be just a vague glint of a spark of memory.
I’m too inside the past. I’m there.
And I know it.
It is weaved throughout my mind, spiraled tight in my eyes.


I've kept things. Secrets.
Words suppressed in layered silence.
I could never just turn to you and convey
these things.
How to describe it?
...A path outstretched and deliberate,
with no idea of how to walk.


But maybe I’m lying. Still.
Like I’ve always done in this certain crazy space.


I’ve built this up – this memory.
Maybe out of a true half-remembered thought.
Or maybe it never happened. Not at all.
Maybe I just needed to create something.
A fantastically sad remembrance.
A reason for why I feel crushed.