Climbing down the stairs
Tearing through the steps
Whirling, memories and echoes

The light glows without you
The television talks in the void
With no one left to listen

Remembering you brings me back
Looking at your pocket watch makes me stop
Searching for you all over again

A rhythm, a moment, a dream
All locked in clockwork
Fighting like adversaries
Drop from my hands all the queries
Almost like all my apologies
Over abandoning your funeral

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hi all, hope everyone is well ♡

i first wrote these poems in extreme grief. my grandfather passed away in December 2019 and i just felt a whirlwind of emotions. to process them, i wrote what you read above. but afterwards, i saved them in a file and shoved them at the back of my drive.

i rediscovered that file a few days ago and remembered everything. slightly off topic, but self expression is both a gift and curse for a writer. it makes you confront things you'd rather not. and i didn't want to keep these poems to myself. i wanted to be free.

thank you for reading. stay indoors!

as always

Love,
MS Zame ♡