Click here to read about why I scribble every day. Even if you have different reasons, I hope you start scribbling, too. :)
I.
Inspiration: I'm not sure. One moment I was waiting to get my hair cut, the next, I was scribbling on my phone. *shrug*
It's strange, what you remember about a person--what stays with you--when he or she is no longer in your life.
I thought of you today, unexpectedly.
I remembered
Your earlobes
Small hands
The way you looked at me when it was just us, and you saw me.
I could hear your husky voice, the way you say my name.
Used to say my name.
Years and experiences, both terrible and good, whittled down to a few details.
Small hands
The way you looked at me when it was just us, and you saw me.
They remind me that you were once flesh and bone and air to a younger version of me. But that was a lifetime ago.
The last thing I said was, I love you. I should've said
Thanks
For letting me go.
Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I hope you're well.
II.
What do you remember about the ghosts from your past? What has stayed with you even after they're gone? I tend to remember strange details:
- the way a friend always smelled like sugar and frosting
- my favorite professor's nail polish
- the crunch of pea gravel on my favorite patio
What do you remember?
