Whispering memory
stands like a ghost
at the corner of the room
and in the pit of my stomach
it serves as a comfort, a balm
and a jolt of sour adrenaline
pulling me through time
to anywhere but this moment
and I know we remain
who we always were
though separated by veils or realms
the whispering memory
I long to hear
the whispering memory
I wish to unsee
so I stand, unsteady but strong
in this space so different
from all it once was
hoping for an impossibility
finishing what you once began – Caroline A. Slee

May 12, 2025
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