The connection to the body.
Writing a script onto the body.
Although in pencil, it will not be erased.
To remember always… all that was.
The pain, the grief, the agony of you.
I feel you walking inside my body, just right here, underneath the skin.
And I demand my memories back.
To reverse the flow of my blood.
To retrace my steps to before…
Before the pain, the grief, the agony.
To a time when sunflowers made me shiver.
To a time when butterflies landed in my palms.
And you were there to cup them in your hands.
If I try hard enough, I can still remember
The gentle brush of the butterfly’s wings on my arms.
And that’s the memory of you –
I am taking
To the grave.
(c) khulud kh (2012)