Poem memoirs

You arrived amidst a tornado’s roar, and I clung

to you for dear life.

The world outside was a whirlwind of obstacles I

couldn’t move and shadows I should have faced.

In the storm of that day, I tried to look away, but

couldn’t ignore the truth of you

You left the world and I held you

in my palm. So tiny, so fragile, a vortex of fate that I couldn’t anticipate 

You are gone and I am the survivor walking through the debris of the after.

I hid from the wreckage, a quiet shelter at first, but now the waves of grief come to surface.

I whispered your name into the funnel, giving you to the gale before the clouds could even break. Now I carry your name like a secret.

An unfinished story, a life I will always love but will never get to embrace.