My thoughts expand as much as your lungs
As I walk a campus filled with more memories than people
Yet it feels empty
And it’s quiet
Even when the sun sings over the mountains
I feel the presence of you
On the other side
Yet I’m caught
When time was a year ago
I’m caught in a present past
And it’s quiet
Where I can’t go back
And it’s quiet
Where I now stand
Where I and your presence lack
The world is quiet where we can’t speak
Yet we both see
Where we can both be.
[for my friends, the three that have gone and those with whom I can relate]
4 comments:
Jane, I like this one. Sometimes I, too, feel like there are even more memories filling campus than there are people. I am surprised for a moment that we don't suffocate when we breathe, drowning in others' memories and experiences and feelings. Because of all that, I sometimes feel stuck in the past.
I'm sure that you meant something different, but this is what this meant to me.
It's still similar, I think.
This was more about when my third friend died and I was thinking about the first time it happened and how some things felt similar - like being overwhelmed with memories.
You are soooo creative. Did you do the girl painting the Mondragon? Is it for sale?
Mama W
Thank you :) I did not. It's a painting my sister has in her bedroom... and I really like it. Maybe I can try painting something similar, though!
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