crumple this up after you're done reading

by hiraeth   Aug 11, 2017

the afternoon after you left,
i learned to stitch;
i gathered all of your
words and memories,
the suffocating air on
the morning of,
the panicked frenzy
and bubbling realizations,
and found yarn thick enough
so it wouldn’t come undone
when i’d yank on the quilt
at three am on cold nights
to comfort me.

over the years i stitched
more patches onto it,
hoping one day, when you’d
return i’d be able to show you
the little memories I wanted
to share with you and just
how much you meant to me,

childlike, yes.
I was a child then,
maybe nine, creeping
on a decade,

being spoonfed
little of life’s cruelties,
as if it were to inoculate
me from something worse.

one winter night,
i picked apart my insecurities
and the quilt, realizing that
it wasn’t keeping me warm
(just the opposite).

i saw you, years later,
my heart fell into the
sofa cushions, the years
haven’t been kind to you,
but I’d like to think that
twinkle in your eyes
was from familiarity
of family.


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  • 5 months ago

    by Britt

    Judging comment: What a nostalgic poem that definitely took a turn. I thought for sure this was going to be a poem about love, lost love, and it still can be pulled that way overall. I loved the imagery and the idea of stitching together something that would create your own comfort. Sometimes we have to do that when we're abandoned and alone - create our own comfort, and to create something thick and strong and enough to yank on. I love that thought. The ending was heartbreaking and very relatable to me, years are generally unkind to hurting people, you can read the pain all of their face, in their age and wrinkles and time. Beautifully written, although incredibly painful memories. Absolutely love the title, too. It was a toss-away. These moments, memories, don't matter so much more than the healing that comes from writing.

  • 7 months ago

    by BlueJay

    Congratulations on the win, Friend. This piece shares resonance with me as well, and I'd love to say more, but I'm afraid it'd turn into a rant instead.

    As always, excellent, thank you for penning.

  • 7 months ago

    by Justen Smith

    This really struck a chord, the importance of letting go to prevent you own self being stunted.

  • 7 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Very nostalgic and beautiful at the same time.

  • 7 months ago

    by Em

    This is very nostalgic and well written too

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