Song: In My Favorite Memory of Her
Viewed: 42 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: Reagan Myers
Year: 2022Viewed: 42 - Published at: 7 years ago
In my favorite memory of her
We are sitting on rocks in a park in the middle of the city
The kind of middle where the cars are rushing by and the dogs are barking
and that too is stillness
She is talking to me about art class and the music she is writing and into being happy again
Im eating a salad and really actually eating it for the first time in weeks probably
She says we will not leave the rocks until it is gone
Her hair is in a ponytail
And it is so strange for something about her to be tied up and contained
Shes pulling apart pine needles and telling me about the definition of worth
And in her definition
I fit it
She's not wearing shoes and i think now about how her feet must have been burning
But she stayed there anyway
And i finish the whole salad
Even though it takes an hour and we should've been in school
But everything around us is in full bloom and she is smiling with all her teeth
Like a picture frame for her laughter
She throws her head back when she thinks like a cat arching its back to receive the sun
And in this memory i do not kill myself
And neither does she
I spend a lot of time thinking about what went wrong
When she said
I haven't stopped crying since i woke up
Or
I cant even picture tomorrow and
Suddenly i am a child
Small hands
Unable to help her the same way she helped me
I think about the empty seat at her graduation
The acceptance letters collecting dust
And i have neglected these memories
Put them at the bottom of a dresser drawer underneath the clothes i bought without her
I think i am afraid that the good memories will hurt too
That ill think of the day she hugged me so hard she spilled coffee all over both of us
and feel something other than joy
Just because someone you love has died does not mean someone you love is gone
It means instead of visiting the tombstone, you go to the park
The cars are moving and the dogs are barking and she's still playing her music
it is just in my headphones now
And i think that is the definition of worth
We are sitting on rocks in a park in the middle of the city
The kind of middle where the cars are rushing by and the dogs are barking
and that too is stillness
She is talking to me about art class and the music she is writing and into being happy again
Im eating a salad and really actually eating it for the first time in weeks probably
She says we will not leave the rocks until it is gone
Her hair is in a ponytail
And it is so strange for something about her to be tied up and contained
Shes pulling apart pine needles and telling me about the definition of worth
And in her definition
I fit it
She's not wearing shoes and i think now about how her feet must have been burning
But she stayed there anyway
And i finish the whole salad
Even though it takes an hour and we should've been in school
But everything around us is in full bloom and she is smiling with all her teeth
Like a picture frame for her laughter
She throws her head back when she thinks like a cat arching its back to receive the sun
And in this memory i do not kill myself
And neither does she
I spend a lot of time thinking about what went wrong
When she said
I haven't stopped crying since i woke up
Or
I cant even picture tomorrow and
Suddenly i am a child
Small hands
Unable to help her the same way she helped me
I think about the empty seat at her graduation
The acceptance letters collecting dust
And i have neglected these memories
Put them at the bottom of a dresser drawer underneath the clothes i bought without her
I think i am afraid that the good memories will hurt too
That ill think of the day she hugged me so hard she spilled coffee all over both of us
and feel something other than joy
Just because someone you love has died does not mean someone you love is gone
It means instead of visiting the tombstone, you go to the park
The cars are moving and the dogs are barking and she's still playing her music
it is just in my headphones now
And i think that is the definition of worth
( Reagan Myers )
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