It falls so gently, heavy and deep.
It pangs me to think of this time.
Down.
Down.
Down.
I wanted you to hold me gently down,
Keeping it all away from me.
But you held me up,
Showing me the bravery in having courage.
So instead I looked up,
Up,
Up,
Up,
To watch more come to me,
Like a magnetic force,
Like white dabs on a black canvas.
Hopeful, I trudge on in the mounds of winter.
Your youth gave my age reason to believe itself.
Our memories are just that, memories.
listening to: Roslyn - Bon Iver & St. Vincent
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