a testament
for the memory
drawing over the curves
so that they wouldn’t fade..
over time

redrawing
revisiting
remembering

an absence
of just the physical nature
but present
as present as you can remember it
as present as you can keep it

as present as you can keep it.

it’s an escalation
a growth
can’t hold it in a photo
can’t draw it on the skin
can’t carve it out of wood
can’t see it from one angle

it’s a revelation
a release
can’t describe it with a color
or zoom into and out of it
can’t sort things into it
can’t own it

it’s a celebration
a joy
not for a day
or a part of an hour
not for the birth or death
not for the before or after

comes and goes..
comes and goes..