they always told me about how i would cling onto your leg wherever you would go,
attached as if we were conjoined.
she always told me i got my dimples from you,
i get complimented on them a lot.
eleven years in the making
yet it somehow feels like it was just yesterday
reminiscing
i could never forget it
and of course 1992 pearl jam does not make the pain less wounding.
you would have known.
all the time.
i always imagine how things would be now
if history had been erased and re written.
it hurts all the time
i always get this stabbing sensation in my chest,
it's the memories.
it's the pain.
eleven years in the making,
and i wish i still could hear your voice.
the time could go backwards
the memories could rewind
but eleven years would still be eleven years
the other way around.