To want a memory that can’t be remembered, can’t be remade, thats the memory
she wanted. To live in that moment with that family of hers. The one in the picture
tucked in her book. She too wanted to be stuck in that grainy old photo,
between mom and dad and in front of her brother. She wished she was there, right there
in that moment. Captured in that photo now scuffed on the edge. To stand in the place
where she wanted to be. She too wanted to smile with a toothy grin, to hold onto the hand
of her mother. She will never remember a moment with them, as she will never
have a memory of them. She has a photo of her family missing her face.
A picture of a life of what to her could be strangers. No one to know
she did have a home. None to think she was wanted. Only to question
how she wound up alone wandering around with a book. She won’t be remembered,
won’t be remade, and now thats the memory she wanted.