Memories of Us

Taylor Ann

He said goodbye to me on a Wednesday afternoon.

A few days after, I had a dream.

His name popped up on my phone screen,

Like it has been,

Every five minutes, for the past five months.

Except this time,

I couldn’t answer.

So his message sat there,

Waiting to be opened,

His name staring back at me.

To forget about it,

I think about old memories

Of us waiting for the orange sunrise.

Old memories of us,

Swimming gracefully through the sea.

Old memories of us,

Taking photos to save for later.

Old memories of us,

Whispering untold secrets.

Old memories of us,

When we were able to hold hands.

Right now, we are not making memories together like we used to.

But one day we will.

Every night, I go to bed, even though I’m afraid of that dream

Because someday soon,

I’ll be able to answer.