By Jordan Hales
How lovely to be trapped in a memory.
Trapped in a painting, the brush strokes outlining your shape.
Your name, tied together with lyrics.
A blurred snapshot preserving your smile.
Your freckles and charisma linked by an ellipsis of somebody’s prose.
The figment of one’s everlasting image.
The blue-colored stranger in the bookstore.
You’re somebody’s first “something.”
A haunting memory.
You are never forgotten—
They will always feel your absence.
You will forever live in the mind, the canvas, the pages, sheet music, and photos.
The memory, forever, you will reside.
