when we remember/when I move on
May 16, 2017 § 4 Comments
What details are left out when we remember? Doesn’t omission hold the hand of inclusion? The silver lining in the clouds that day remains vivid, but the way you smiled has been forgotten. Like a faded old receipt blurred out from friction and time, all the details once printed neatly but will never be made out. Emotions wield power over our memories. Just as anger doesn’t allow you to forget the shrug of her shoulders as she brushed away your question. Or just as nostalgia makes you forget how you hated most of your mother’s Christmas day presents. Instead, it paves the way for memories with her of rolling with the waves on fine black sand in a waning sunset. You choose what you remember. You willingly forget. The details in between get carried along, lost when you’re searching and present at the most inappropriate moments. Sometimes, it isn’t simply a burial of a hodgepodge of folded letters. Sometimes, you handpick a select few to keep you going.
The rest, you tear into smithereens and set ablaze in the glorious sun.