And I wish I knew how you'd respond when you heard the news.
When you realized that memories were all that were left of me.
I would be forever fleeting in your mind, drifting away.
Scraps of paper that kept blowing out of your hands.
One day you wouldn't remember me.
My future could only ever be thought about in the hypothetical.
There's something beautiful in that idea.
A freedom to be remembered in only the best light.
There's something sad in thinking that you couldn't remember the last things you said to me.
Someone will remember something about me that will break your heart.
Maybe you'd see a picture that reminded you of how my left eye got smaller than my right when I smiled.
Maybe you'd think about how I walked on my toes because I was always ready to run away.
"He liked laying down a lot.
On the floor.
On the roof of his car."
I liked closing my eyes and taking big breaths.
Yesterday I saw two birds.
Floating above a telephone wire.
And I saw one fall out of the air, his heart stopped, right in between the beats of his wings.
And I watched him return to the ground.
And life went on.
Life will go on.
Life goes on.
Go on.
Look back only when you must.
Only when you've lost your way.
My shadow will point you north.
It's funny living in a dream, since the impossible seems so possible, so tangible. But just remember one thing, I am love, I am in love, and I will always be in your heart.
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