i wonder sometimes when i lost her? as if that day my eyes were filled with tears that i became blind to what direction the train took her. I hardly remember anything about her. the clothes that hang all over the house don't even trigger the faintest of memories . she is gone. in my attempt to make her stronger i scared away. sometimes i think i hear her, in a passing giggle or a sigh but no nothing, for she was silenced by my naive ways.
Sometimes it feels like i am following her but how could that be i left her behind, kicked up dirt in her face. confused she sat on that train and now the train is gone and no one is looking for her, not even me.
3 comments:
the "me" you describe is one who wears my clothes too.
Goodbyes are hard, even these inner goodbyes, especially when we realize we didn't get to say a proper one.
Perhaps she hasn't gone, but has merged with the more experienced "rest of you"?
Compelling, moving, and so real. Your words (and accompanying picture) are so strong.
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