Lebhaftigkeit | a poem

after your death


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

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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