Amelia contemplated the layers of a day to be thankful.
Joy, she thanked:
Today I thought of you maybe
I longed the idea of you certainly
I missed a smile that once made me believe in eternity
that messy hair and the way we laughed at jokes no one else understood
the intimacy
the transparency we allowed in each others eyes
Today I thought of you maybe
I thanked the idea of you certainly
Amelia’s hands are cold. The clouds are low, the snow is wet.
Depression, she thanked:
Today I longed a memory of you but not the darkness
I missed the stereo not the eggshell carpet
neither the sadness nor the distance
of those slow days when I felt scared
I don’t miss how the brightness in your irides dimmed
or how that foggy shadow covered it all us all
Today I forgive the shadow the fog and your pain
I thank the struggle though I can’t forget
In a world of contrasts, Amelia knows tears as an extension of laughter.
Amelia thanks depression. Amelia thanks joy.
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-XI-MMXIV
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