I remember you.
I remember your sweet voice
The voice that transported me to my dreams.
And soothed my nightmares.
But when your words leave your throat they feel forced and rugged.
Like you have been told to bite your tongue and now it doesn't feel natural to speak.
I remember your eyes.
The ones that always felt like home.
But seeing them on you know.
They look different.
They look harder.
Like they have seen hell itself.
I remember your hands.
Always soft and welcoming
When we would interlock our fingers.
But when they leave your pockets they are worn and calloused.
Like you carried the earth in them.
I remember you.
But only a semblance.
