I still remember the harness‘s cold hug,
And how the rope felt in my hands.
I still remember the sound of her voice ,
And the way it was in my mind.
I still remember the dust in my shoes
And the way my throat was cracking.
I remember drowning as the golden gate
Swallowed us whole.
I remember the clouds,
The birds,
The way your hand fit in mine.
I remember gasping for air
And feeling guilty for taking it.
If I were to ask you what you remember
You‘d blink and say
„The way your eyes were filled with fear,
And the trembling of your hands“
But I remember her leaving.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
I still remember the harness‘s cold hug,
And how the rope felt in my hands.
I still remember the sound of her voice ,
And the way it was in my mind.
I still remember the dust in my shoes
And the way my throat was cracking.
I remember drowning as the golden gate
Swallowed us whole.
I remember the clouds,
The birds,
The way your hand fit in mine.
I remember gasping for air
And feeling guilty for taking it.
If I were to ask you what you remember
You‘d blink and say
„The way your eyes were filled with fear,
And the trembling of your hands“
But I remember her leaving.
