You asked if I remembered.

I said, “Not sure.”

The truth? I never forgot. How to forget the moment I stood on the edge of reason: to leave, to stay.

Your smile lit the world. Wherever you are, I hope the sun is shining.

When winter calls, pause and recall my loving arms, wrapped ’round you, like a blanket.

I held on too tight.

As rain falls, be still. Sit with forgotten memories. Let them needle into skin: tiny, tattooed moments that ended, far too soon. We could have made it.

This is why we love. This is how we learn.

~ Annie

Published by

Anna G. Watson

~ write like a painter