265: Circling Back

I know that you will come:

dressed in flickering white

or flowering red and blue,

your face will arrive before me

to remind me of the dead.

The drafts that I discarded

before their time was due,

the people I've forgotten,

like colours out of view.

We stand a while in silence,

knowing ourselves in the dark.

Our hands trace the patterns

of memories written in chalk,

then we walk away with kindness

to complete our tangled arcs.

I know that I'll find you,

one day we'll meet again;

we carry each other's candles,

nurturing till the end.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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