I wish I could remember
the sound of your voice
the softness of your hands
but the years since you
closed your eyes keeps
growing wider than a sea
memories dissipating like
fog in the morning light
fog in the morning light
Photo by Marion Wellmann
Courtesy of Pixaby
I like the yearning to continue remembering in spite of those years growing wider.
ReplyDeleteWell said. So true.
ReplyDeleteThere's truth there, that longing to remember. Then sometimes a memory just sparks out of nowhere.
ReplyDeleteYes, voices melt away first, then other things follow 'like
ReplyDeletefog in the morning light'. But sometimes, when we get a flash, we cling on to a memory for days.
It sounds like a gentle fade.....
ReplyDeleteThis is so evocative! ❤️
ReplyDeleteThis is excellent!. A solid write. Well done Arcadia!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said and it resonates deeply. I've always wished I had a video or recording of my loved one's voices, to never forget.
ReplyDeleteI know this well... maybe there is shame in the fact that we go on and forget... but it's truly just a way to cope.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone 🙂
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