Vestige
what remains when memory forgets its shape
Some days stay
longer than they should.
They sit in the room
like they forgot to leave.
Today feels like one of them.
I watched someone I love
forget my name
and still smile at me
like I was safe.
There is a kind of pain
that doesn’t make noise.
It just learns your shape
and stays there.
I keep thinking
maybe memory is not lost.
Maybe it just moves
to places we can’t reach anymore.
And I am still here
showing up anyway.
still here
still trying
still soft
About the Creator
Aarsh Malik
Poet and storyteller who believes in the quiet power of words.
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