Norwegian

you were always veiled in mystic quietness.
The kind that invokes curiosity and attracts 
nostalgically beautiful destructiveness. 

the way your dark brown hair fell across your face 
as the curtain ebbed by lazy summer wind 
listening to the music through your earphones of your iPod 

imprinted into my memory as if 
I had stared up to the sun with my bare eyes 
before I could flinch away.

who would have known
this memory would last 
until this very moment. 

4.23.2026