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thechosenonemico

Philippines

Hopeless Opus. Loves coffee and solitude.

How To Remember

April 16, 2019

I only know a fraction of him —
a pageful or two of stories from a book worn down by time
and suicidal neurons, a prized artifact from a history 
only he could flesh out.
But even so, most days I know him
more than he even knows himself.

Every time he speaks, his rhetoric is a faded picture, 
bleak, fraught with fear and anger and confusion.
He often speaks of the world from two decades ago,
Sometimes I am "Georgie" or "Tim", most of the time
I'm nameless. Sometimes grandma's dead,
most of the time she's still alive.

Mama said it's like our games of hide-and-seek
that all the cousins enjoyed playing, expect 
that it's rigged and no kid could could ever enjoy it.
His own brain counts and counts, forgetting
the next number and never really reaching
the last.

But in his game of hide-and-seek he never
stopped counting. While his neurons wage war on themselves,
gnawing on each other until their blood paints
the memories in a crimson mess,
he never forgot how to open Jelly Ace cups, 
how to read poems and prose, how to ask and answer,
to talk and listen, to wait for his wife in our
front porch up till sunset.

In the end, when all is
forgotten,
his life a mere wisp of
memories,
he never forgot how to
remember.

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  • Emily❤

    This is very emotional, I love this piece of work... This made me cry and smile at the same time and really just poked at my heart the whole time I read it, Thank you for making this piece to share with all of us.


    4 months ago