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. 
