from Erin Denton
I never knew you. We never really met. But how come I have this feeling that no one understands me like you? Our eyes never gazed into each others’, but how on earth that I can be so assured that your tiny dark eyes can melt my heart in a second and enlighten my most bitter past in a wink?
Then tell me how can I have this clear picture of you and I, standing in front of your first school?
How can I be so certain of your dark as the night hair? Your heartbreaking tiny face and that you smell as sweet as rice and as light as a cotton field?
Are you afraid of bugs?
Do you love the smell of the rain?
Does the sound of the thunder excites you?
Can I at least capture your smile, if I cannot treasure your laugh?
My ears are afar from hearing your stories, dreams, and fears.
But what is that sound that keeps me from walking across the empty room?
Is that you?
We were inside of each other flesh and blood.
You and I.
We harmonized in the same pulse, in every breath we take.
My heartbeat was your first ever melody.
Why does it have to be the last?
It’s alright. I don’t have to understand this by now. I just need to let you know.
If I see you someday, in a place that only my deepest heart can ever imagine… I will not going to miss recognizing you.