Monday, March 27, 2006
A Life Left Behind
The me I know awoke when I was twelve years old.
I cracked open an eye and saw shaded sidewalks, warm summer days, and history so strong it walked the streets beside you.
Then, my family moved far from that place, and I packed a life, an identity, away. I wonder who I would've been if I stayed.
Maybe not better. Loss is more powerful than having. And in that pain, I learned.
Memory is precious, and words are memory shared.
(Question: Has a place or time defined the deepest parts of you?)
Posted by jason evans at 12:27 AM