I remember
the way we used to dance around the kitchen
as your music played on the radio.
I remember the long walks we used to take
whenever we were hungry,
or just needed something to do.
I remember the way
you used to write down every song I loved
whenever it played on the radio,
promising to burn me a CD later.
I still have those CDs;
even if I can't listen to them,
anymore,
without crying.
Holding them close to my heart,
for generations to come,
honoring your memory just being able to
hold them in my hand.
I remember.
After all these years,
I remember.
I remember the way you used to type away
on your computer,
like you were in your own world.
I remember the writings you used
to keep dear to your heart.
I remember the games you used to
be obsessed with;
I always tried to understand them,
and you always tried to explain them
to me.
I remember.
After all these years,
I remember.
See, dad.
It wasn't all bad news.
Not everything broke my heart.
I always love how I can weigh
the good over the bad;
no matter how bad.
See, dad.
I never forgot about you,
even when I felt like you've
forgotten about me.
I never forgot
the long walks we took
in the afternoons,
the dances in the kitchen
as you played your CDs on the player;
I never forgot.
I remember.
After all these years,
those are the memories I always
hold dear to my heart.
After all these years,
whenever all I want to do is fall down
and cry,
those are the memories I replay over
and over again
in the back of my mind.
See, dad.
It wasn't all bad.
About the Creator
Mel
Ever since I was a kid, I've always wrote for fun. I never saw anything of it; I just wanted to write just to write. That's why I love Vocal.
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Comments (1)
Beautiful...some old things are lost forever. Read mine https://vocal.media/fiction/zoe-delaney-s-strange-dream