Memories

(a translated version of the story Morgundögg)

The morning dew reflected our smiles and the warm breeze carried the soft smell of newly cut grass. Hummingbirds sang their most beautiful poems, gliding through the air in an untiring eternity. The two of us sat on a bench in a small park far away from the din of the world. Alone together. Together alone. You held my hand, or was it I that held yours. Firm grip, terrified that life would once again snatch you away from me. You had been impatient to continue. The world was a gift. In every corner a new adventure. Another future. I reluctantly got you to sit down. The past lies heavier on me. 

You jump up off the bench, your patience vanished. You start chasing a butterfly that floats in the air. The small delicate wings, a tiny bit bigger than your fingers. Your laughter, my love.

The smell of disinfectant burns my nose. Mixed with the smell of anguish and death. People without faces rushing around. Some wearing ropes, others not. Some with purpose, others not. The darkness in my heart in no coherence with the floodlit hallways.

Music box in the background. Soft shadows passing on the other side of the window. We sit on the sun baked floor. Drawing. We trace our most beautiful memories. The colours of the rainbow shatter into thousands of pieces.

- mom!

You call out proudly pointing to a creature that just a moment ago came alive. My outlines bright green.

- But where are you?

You poke yourself in the chest and smile.

- I’m right here

Like I could ever forget.

My cold hand on your forehead. Your brown eyes no longer a part of this world. Dwell in a dusk where nothing will ever be clear.