Lebhaftigkeit | a poem

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

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

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