The memories,
Rush out,
Quickly.
First I remember,
Your long finger nails.
The ones you always
Painted a different shade of red.
I remember how strong they were
And how the radiation never made them
Brittle or short.
I remember your soft,
Hands,
And how they grasped
your coffee cup
And the little
Tink
Your finger nails made
After they hit the ceramic.
I remember the collection
Of pigs you had.
Anything you could imagine
Had a pig on it.
I remember how short,
And spiky,
But still soft
Your hair got
After chemo.
How the tips were so short,
They just stood straight up.
I remember,
Your love of socks,
Any sock,
Tall or short,
You had them all
But most of all,
I remember the things,
That you couldn't.
That you can't
The old stories and jokes.
I remember it all.
But I locked it all away.
Until the day,
The alarms sound
And the gates open,
And the water roars out.
The water destroys,
But the memories heal.
It means,
I can remember you.
Rush out,
Quickly.
First I remember,
Your long finger nails.
The ones you always
Painted a different shade of red.
I remember how strong they were
And how the radiation never made them
Brittle or short.
I remember your soft,
Hands,
And how they grasped
your coffee cup
And the little
Tink
Your finger nails made
After they hit the ceramic.
I remember the collection
Of pigs you had.
Anything you could imagine
Had a pig on it.
I remember how short,
And spiky,
But still soft
Your hair got
After chemo.
How the tips were so short,
They just stood straight up.
I remember,
Your love of socks,
Any sock,
Tall or short,
You had them all
But most of all,
I remember the things,
That you couldn't.
That you can't
The old stories and jokes.
I remember it all.
But I locked it all away.
Until the day,
The alarms sound
And the gates open,
And the water roars out.
The water destroys,
But the memories heal.
It means,
I can remember you.
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Fiona Ella
May 22, 2017
Wow. This is really powerful. These little details really drive in the strange things you remember after someone dies - and you did a good job not spelling out what's going on but still making it clear. I especially like the little bit about the pigs; I knew someone, who is now dead, who kept little statues of ducks everywhere in a similar vein, so that really resonated with me. I also like the bittersweet tone of the ending. Really wonderful. Vivid.