MEMORY

I miss him deeply. It sinks in through my chest to settle in my gut, and I carry it with me always, since the night we said goodbye.
I held your hand. I felt your breath. I kissed your cheek. I couldn’t say goodbye, I still can’t.

I’d like to say I feel you still, that you’ve never really left. But I feel isolated in my chest and I know no lies could spare me.

So I keep your memory close. And still dream of the house you built. Though I’m under no illusion those days have been and gone.