Anchor

Anchor

How 

do you expect

me to 

move on 

when I still feel 

the weight of your words in my bones, 

dragging me down like an anchor. 

I cannot remember

your smile,

your eyes,

your voice.

Grief is all 

I have left of you

 so I will keep

 holding on tight, 

 to this                                   frayed rope                  with all my might. 

My chest burns,              my breath tightens,                     but I am feeling

as lighthearted                      as a dream,                   because if I drown

 at least                           I would be forever                 contained in 

the depths of our memories.