- Magdalena Horvat
Create
Your body remembers each embrace.
Granted, the goodbye ones more than others.
Memories are all you have, some days.
Once, you took a photo of my face,
which now fades between an album's covers.
But your body remembers: each embrace,
each touch – some delicate like lace,
some kind and caring like a mother's;
ah, memories. And all you have, some days,
is joy! Now that's no competition, not a race.
It's more like finding the sisters, or brothers,
your body remembers. Each embrace –
a glimpse of love, that dear elusive place
we all look for. In time, though, you discover
memories are all you have, some days.
So what? Go on, create them, fill more space
in your mind, and—why not?—in another's.
Your body will remember each embrace
and memories are all you'll have... someday.
