by Emmanuella Jean-Louis
It’s been 20 years
I don’t remember you
I don’t remember the short memories you had of me
You took them with you when you left
How am I supposed to be happy
Without you here by my side?
How am I supposed to celebrate my birthday
Without the one who birthed me?
You missed it all
My first day of school
My first kiss
My first heartbreak
My graduations
My concerts
They told me you had big dreams for me
I will be an attorney
To stand up for those who cannot speak for themselves
You will miss me getting my law degree
My wedding
Giving birth
I pray I have the chance to raise my kids
Maybe then, the emptiness will be patched.
It breaks me
Your warmth is needed
Your comfort is a necessity
How am I supposed to figure out myself?
When you have become a memory in the eyes of those who knew you
You have become a topic that cannot be discussed
Isn’t that selfish?
My life has already been deprived of you
Must your memories be too?
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