MEMORIES

When no one’s left to remember with you, even silence feels like a betrayal.

She never dwelled on the past. But at this very moment, she wished she had.

She wished she could remember the words, the moments, the small, sharp details that shaped that day.
But she couldn’t. She had tried. Over and over. And they were gone.

There was no one left to help her fill in the blanks, no voice to verify the fragments.

So she sat silently by the window. Watching. Waiting.
Maybe today would be the day a memory returned.

Even one would be enough.