Consistent

Memory is sticky.

It stays with you even when you thought you have outrun it.

In the moments of torrential rain

or de-moisturizing heat of the blazing sun,

it will stay with you.

So I wrote it a letter,

explaining why I had to move forward.

I explained that thanks to the memories,

those that shined brightly,

and those that hurt the most,

I now know where to go.

So the memory listened and remembered what I said.

8.13.2025

Companion

Only after I’ve met my limit,

I began looking at others with curiosity.

For they must be as mortal as I am,

how are they getting by with this world?

While some were less interesting than others,

I’ve met ones whose worlds were grander.

It’s a humbling and grateful experience

to have shared a moment with such people.

8.2.2025