You, Me, and a distant memory
Artwork by Megan.
Within the depth of this soil resides your body, a body that felt life, and gave life for generations ahead.
A hint of a past lingers in my soul as the heaviness of a distant memory adds weight to my shadow and adds more fear.
Before the clock ran backwards, I felt your body slowly leaving, as if the end you always longed for was within reach.
Growing weak each day made me see it coming, feeling your thin hand slowly collapsing, and the words never crossing your mouth.
Your eyes fixed on a point beyond life, blinking every few seconds as if hopelessly recharging for the last remaining days; the last numbered days.
I stay beside your bed reading aloud your words, assuring you, my mission to gather your lost memories.
Retelling your stories, your poems, and the sad lullabies. Your sad soft voice rested from that time and became lost forever.
Seeing you with a glowing colorless void surrounding you, the room is filled with last breaths.
With your heavy breaths I yearn for your lost memories, your untouched legacy of the past we all mourn for.
Days pass, and time runs forward. You underneath these soil and me reaching for a hand to grab.
Soon I will reach the point beyond life that never left your eyes. ◆
Julanar Journal is a new literary journal about writing and storytelling. It is mostly concerned about magic in our lives and the realism behind it, to point out that we are surrounded by magic and all its attempts to show itself to us. Twitter and Instagram: @julanarjournal.