How do you make someone a part of your memory?
Do you let their words linger around so long, that they begin to tug at your heartstrings every time you breathe?
Do you sew their initials into the ruffles of your shirt?
Do you singe their scent into the depths of your skin?
Do you latch their footsteps to a tune you can’t stop humming?
Do you wake up reminiscing the familiar lilt of their laughter?
Do you carry with you, the tiny seashells you picked together, every time you walk alone by the seaside
to soak yourself in the warm pink hues of the sky,
And wish, they weren’t just a figment of your imagination,
But alive and kicking,
By your side,
In flesh and blood?
Oh, how do you make someone, a part of your memory?