i am told
that our memories become
increasingly faded &
distorted
each time we recall
them;
but i still remember clearly:
the pure-haired old woman who
cried
as my sister & i disappeared behind
the tarnished silver
doors
of the
rest home
elevator.
crying at my house, wishing i could be half as cool as you.
ReplyDeletethat's one wish that will never come true
awwww em :/
ReplyDeleteawwww em :/
ReplyDeleteEmily you're such a good writer!
ReplyDeletethis is incredible and tragic and vivid and you did it all within two paragraphs. Seriously, that's amazing
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