Arianna Sikorski

I am afraid you have forgotten me,

in this slow death of my presence.

Time becoming the greatest distance between us.

 

I no longer mingle amidst your hardships,

or glory in your joys.

There is no instinctual call for me.

Sharing has become a life variable,

no more a constant.

 

I am afraid I have forgotten you,

filling your void with distraction.

Great experiences my only companions,

and I cling to them.

If only to pacify my inability to access you.

 

I am in the pleasure of my own company.

And there is profound rest,

abundant new smiles,

wrapped in this privileged identity

I sought out and gratefully encountered.

 

But I would trade the new light in my eyes

for one moment of your sorrows.

One breathe available to comfort you.

One time to grasp your presence in my hands

and embrace your darkest fears with that illusive phrase:

 

“I am here.”

 

I would trade these realized dreams for your nightmares.

If it meant I was with you.

If it guaranteed I am not just your memory

and all my life actions were part of your reality.

 

I would trade it all to eliminate Time’s growing belly.

Consuming my influence at such a gluttonous speed,

there is barely room for conversation between us.

 

I would trade it all.

So that we would never forget

and grow comfortable with absence.

We would never hold to remembrance

and not be presently active.

 

I would trade it all!

 

So be brave, my love.

Do not forget.

Do not grow comfortable.

Together, we can force Time’s hand to stop

and produce the longest fast this world has ever seen.

Time never again fattened by distance.

 

We can remain, and silence fear.

Love our gift.

Not taken.

Not forgotten.

Never lost.

 

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