Every Spring, I remember my niece… ‘L’…who was lost too soon, in the springtime of her life. This one is for her.
Not for a moment
Did it ever seem right
To anyone, any living soul
That you were gone
Yet no one mentioned you
As if you never were
Even in tangled whispers
Even in rooms decorated gaily
For weddings or birthdays
When people talk freely
Openly bursting out things
But not for a moment
Did anyone whisper your name
As if you were a figment of imagination.
Silence on the subject of ‘you’.
An odd pretense as if unearthing you
Would be to lose you again in the noise of life
As if you were a great and terrible secret
Instead of a burden too heavy to bear
Because of losing you
As light glaring in the eyes
When driving into blazing sunsets
Truth flashed. And scattered in ribbons.
Forgotten artefacts of you
Everywhere. Salvaged from boxes
Moments drawn deeply
Out of wells of cardboard
Speaking of, remembering you.
As a little one, a girl
Full of love, bright as day
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