Photo by Stephanie Mamonto
time has stopped there with you and the ice cream conversations
I’ve always wanted them to stay in the memories
those awkward hugs
my shaky hands around your arms
the towering walls between us
your big eyes gently smiling behind the melted cake
boiled butter dripping through the pan-seared steak
there there
as much as I want it, these are the only ones I vividly remember
it’s almost like waiting for a flying pig
or watching the wuthering fig
I am finally home
but the house is empty
Kindergarten 