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Swing dancing.
The memory passes by
In an instant
It’s gone.
Swing dancing…
One, two, three.
A second wave passes me.
I taste it on my tongue.
It lingers for a while
But…
Like all things in life…
It dies.
The memory,
Too faint to make out,
Leaves a heaviness in my chest
Leaves me gasping for air
Leaves me with nothing but
Emptiness.
Loneliness.
Solitude.
Swing dancing…
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
In, out, spin…
I feel my heart
explode.
A boy.
A girl.
The boy shows her through all of the steps,
smiles at her as they start to
Dance.
She trips.
He laughs encouragingly.
She laughs and gets up.
They try again.
I…
Sway to the music.
There was none.
They go along with the melody
They hum in unison.
I try
to
remember.
For the life of me,
I can’t.
I’m the girl.
I know that much.
I can still smell the room.
I can hear the laughter of two.
I can see him.
I can see him…
No.
I shut my eyes.
No.
I refuse to remember.
I refuse.
I won’t remember.
I don’t remember.
No.
I don’t.
I don’t.
But
I
do.
I remember you.
Tears burst out of my eyes.
I remember you.
Rivers are drawn out on my cheeks.
I remember you.
A painful smile tugs its way across my face.
I remember…
The memory passes by
In an instant
It’s gone.
Swing dancing…
One, two, three.
A second wave passes me.
I taste it on my tongue.
It lingers for a while
But…
Like all things in life…
It dies.
The memory,
Too faint to make out,
Leaves a heaviness in my chest
Leaves me gasping for air
Leaves me with nothing but
Emptiness.
Loneliness.
Solitude.
Swing dancing…
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
In, out, spin…
I feel my heart
explode.
A boy.
A girl.
The boy shows her through all of the steps,
smiles at her as they start to
Dance.
She trips.
He laughs encouragingly.
She laughs and gets up.
They try again.
I…
Sway to the music.
There was none.
They go along with the melody
They hum in unison.
I try
to
remember.
For the life of me,
I can’t.
I’m the girl.
I know that much.
I can still smell the room.
I can hear the laughter of two.
I can see him.
I can see him…
No.
I shut my eyes.
No.
I refuse to remember.
I refuse.
I won’t remember.
I don’t remember.
No.
I don’t.
I don’t.
But
I
do.
I remember you.
Tears burst out of my eyes.
I remember you.
Rivers are drawn out on my cheeks.
I remember you.
A painful smile tugs its way across my face.
I remember…
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“Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.”
― Richard Kadrey, Kill the Dead
So while I was in Korea, I became really close with one of my friends, he was like my white older brother. But he left for America. And I miss him. But one night he taught me swing dance. I actually remember it very well, but I'm afraid this might happen one day. So yeah. There you go.
...and I might the tiniest bit scared that he doesn't miss me at all... :/
― Richard Kadrey, Kill the Dead
So while I was in Korea, I became really close with one of my friends, he was like my white older brother. But he left for America. And I miss him. But one night he taught me swing dance. I actually remember it very well, but I'm afraid this might happen one day. So yeah. There you go.
...and I might the tiniest bit scared that he doesn't miss me at all... :/
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love this 👍🏻. I'm taking swing dancing currently and this is amazing writing ... Keep it up 😁👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻