A Memory

I feel like a memory
Like a whispered ‘I love you’ the wind whisks away before it reaches the beloved

I feel like a footstep on snow
Like the feeble flicker of a candle that never gleams in someone’s eye

I feel like sleep
Like the hushed sob of a broken heart begging amnesia for balm

I feel like silence
Like the last leaf of autumn twirling and dangling by a thread

I feel like thunder
Like the final throb of hope as it exhales into despair

I feel like a goodbye
Like the soft thud of a book closing to the world

I feel like a sigh
Like moss encroaching the honor and eternity of a tombstone

I feel like a shadow
Like the cry of a seagull echoing out across the waves

I feel like a requiem
Like the muslin of a mourning veil that filters the light until only shadows penetrate the
gloom

I live.

I hurt.

I am.