Sonnet II: Memories
Chyan Rivera
A grieving person doesn't forget anything.
Unconditionally loved, but whispers kept you small.
When you were mine, we ruled the world;
do you ever think of me?
Unconditionally loved, but whispers kept you small.
The suspense is driving me insane.
I need to know: Do you ever think of me?
Because I think of you. I'm sorry...I had no choice!
Resistance is hard because you're beautiful.
I remember the way your face lit up when you discussed
something you love.
The way your nose crinkled before you sneeze.
You have 62 freckles and I remember counting each one.
I also remember the hurt in your eyes the day I told you
I was leaving;
a grieving person doesn't forget anything.