I remember you as a before.
Before the sunrise and its silence
The swift exchange of your headband
And my cheeky kiss,
Everything pounding from within.
Before somebody else noticed us
As an us and prayed, sister,
A third rose bottle in a white garden
Racing our bikes into another
Night of awe, fragile but frizzling.
Before we danced and sang and
Time closed in on us like snow
And you, frowning, promised
To never forget my name.
I am and you are silver.
Before I knew there would be an eternity of
Listening backwards and
Weaving us into this.
“To hesitate,” you said, advancing into the waves,
The wind, advancing into distance.
So here is me seeing you
Arriving at the train station
Again and again and again and
Agonising over all of it
Being remembered
For the first time.
-Emelle
About the Poet-
Emelle is from France and has been writing privately, mostly in her journal. She breathes words and feels that now might be the time to start sharing her writing with others.
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