Our lives are full of days we cannot recall

months we can hardly remember 


                                                                       yet some moments leave an impression


The scent of mothballs in your grandparent's house

after a funeral, sitting in a corner in your church clothes

listening to grownups talk about suffering


The night you burned your fingertips on a grill   

hair on your arm singed 

bad jokes about criminal immunity 


The tightness inside your chest 

When aloneness overwhelmed you 

clutching the part of you that hurt the most 





















title/inspiration from lostcauser

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