a second haunting.

by prasanna   Jul 13, 2020


excavated childhood memories, i handle
them with care, reminding myself to hold
them by the edges lest i cut myself open on
nostalgia. time is a crafty assassin, it waits
for the dust to settle before killing parts
of the truth, whittling memories down to
little nuggets of amber with no context.
i'd trade time for the unabated truth in
an instant. i struggle with hindsight to
spot what it was that made me drawn
to you as a child. most days i think it’s
because you were simply present,
and back then that was enough.
when you left, severing ties,
a part of me died, and i always
thought, seeing you again would
stir it back to life –

it didn’t.

    report violation
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  • 3 years ago

    by Skyfire

    Truly love

  • 3 years ago

    by Areeba

    Amazing

  • 3 years ago

    by Gracy Judith

    What a brilliant write! Congratulations on the win. Well-deserved!

  • 3 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Stunning write. Oh my goodness it's piercing! I have learned the hard way that childhood memories are unreliable and fickle and are not to be trusted and that the truth is often even worse. Some things are just left well alone ... memories - even if false- are often kinder than the truth :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 3 years ago

    by nouriguess

    What on earth could have inspired such a heart-rending write?

    "time is a crafty assassin, it waits
    for the dust to settle before killing parts
    of the truth, whittling memories down to
    little nuggets of amber with no context."

    My favorite part. It's not just the emotion, and the meaning. It's the way you worded it, it was brilliant.

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