I wonder if my last words would include your name,⁣⁣
the two syllables worn in the years of saying⁣
Or if you would find mine in the footnotes⁣⁣
of some history you are still composing⁣
⁣⁣
Are we the astrologers of our doom,⁣⁣
reading in each other’s voice⁣
the slow approach of the end we have named,⁣⁣
anticipating future hurt, dreaming future scenarios?⁣⁣
⁣⁣
I remember your arms⁣
not the length of them, but the feeling,⁣⁣
the way the world became⁣⁣
a thing that could sustain itself,⁣⁣
needing nothing beyond that radius⁣⁣
⁣⁣
I remember your eyes⁣⁣
and how they arrest me⁣⁣
the way fire consumes what it holds ⁣
consuming, eternal, still⁣⁣
⁣⁣
I remember our hands,⁣⁣
the destiny written in their joining,⁣⁣
the future neither of us⁣⁣
had the courage yet to read⁣ in our lines⁣
⁣⁣
And now I find myself⁣⁣
at the edge of forgetting⁣
not all at once, but slowly,⁣⁣
the way a book begins to rust words⁣
left too long in the light⁣⁣
⁣⁣
So I try to remember⁣⁣
not because memory is enough⁣⁣
But because trying⁣ and waiting⁣
is the only tenderness I am allowed to give

NaPoWriMo Day 9 prompt – I wonder if my last words would include your name by @versesfromvi. Didn’t follow NaPoWrimo website’s prompt as I’ve already written a poem from an animal’s perspective on day 5. You can read it here – A Report to My Colony