There are some things
which happen just a little too soon,
a little too quick and
a little too deeply
– for us to ever heal completely.
Heartbreak.
Loss.
Traversing through adversity.
At times,
the absence of a presence leaves a trace of residual energy –
a sillage of what once used to be.
Triggered by scents, a picture, a melody —
We find ourselves drifting back through time,
riding the waves of memory.
Reliving the emotions –
feeling the force of their presence with such tenacity;
that we begin to question,
what was once and what is reality?
Is it painful?
You ask me.
I smile, wryly.
Can what once gave you happiness,
no matter how brutal the end may be,
ever truly be a painful memory?
No.
Rather, those of us who have suffered,
find refuge in sharing our pain.
For what can only exist in a memory,
is brought to life,
when we share our stories.
Ephemeral –
but nonetheless;
our voice has the ability,
to bring what once was,
once again into reality.
Is it right?
You ask me.
I smile, trepidly.
Only if you realize,
that the memories of days passed,
though beautiful and filled with melancholy;
are merely passing moments,
– no longer your reality.
VoraXious 