The Whispers of a Memory

Present but in the past,

A reality once lived but now felt like a healing scar.

She was a memory,

A reminder of what was,

An echo of remembrance,

Gentle like the rays of a setting sun,

Rhythmic like the waves at sea,

Just within earshot like a September wind,

She lingered.

Like a long awaited tight embrace, released.

Like a dream moments after you awake, slipping.

Just within reach like the lyrics to a melody forgotten.

Present but in the past.

A reality once lived but now felt like a healing scar.

The whispers of a memory.

xoxo

Chido Dziva Chikwari

I lost a good friend of mine early this year. There are gentle reminders of her everywhere. I stumble upon pictures of us when I look though my gallery. I think about her when I have questions to ask about parenting; when is a good time to start potty training? Sometimes there are conversations to be had where I feel only she would have understood. There were places we had planned to go and things we had wanted to do. She is gone now but remains with me still. I guess the toughest bit is when I think about her and then remember that she is gone. I can’t send her a random Whatsapp message anymore and the only place when she is truly alive is in my memories but even those begin to fade with time.