a girl on a bench

I hold onto your soul in my dreams when you come to me and I wake in tears. I admire the pictures from through the years. I post a memorial for the world to see on a social account that isn’t comparable to what you mean to me. But I do, anyway, so you can know somehow through the technology and the lines that fill the sky and the air that breathes that I was honoring you, missing you. Missing you so deeply that I could sink to the earths core and find your body there next to me and let the dirt of the earth drown over my bones and take me away, too. But for now, I will wait, and remember you .

-a.absi

image by Author on 35mm film