I Remember A Time

I remember a time when we could sit in the same room.
I remember the smell of cigarettes and sweet tea.
I remember the look of content if I laughed at your joke.
I remember the anger that shook the wrinkles by your pursed lips.
I remember the soft, securing touch of your hand in mine.
I remember the love that you showed me, unlike any other.

But most of all, I remember a time when we could sit in the same room.
That is, a time when you weren't six feet under.
NorahLee NorahLee
18-21, F
Jan 19, 2013