after your death
-immediate-
first and foremost
a speechless hole
tore my body open
against my will
*
and if I’m not careful
I might lose everything
that comes near its edges
unwilling to use its wings
*
there are not enough memories
where my brother’s voice used to be
*
I try to remember everything at once
I make new space in my mind
*
but memories come back to me
when I feel your absence the most
*
they come back effortlessly
and your death seems inexistent for a moment
*
and I realise that the scent of your body
is carried by your soul
Croque-Melpomene 