There is a memory I carry with me.
It follows me around,
Sitting beside me,
Hiding out, simmering within my head.
There is a place I want to be.
There is a moment I want to return to.
And a once planned future that will never be.
I feel locked, stuck, and unmoving
As I watch days turn to weeks
And I still feel everything.
But while my heart feels frozen,
My feet keep walking
Toward a different future
Than what I had once planned.
Time doesn’t stop moving for the mourning.
Days don’t pause when someone dies.
And I see a future I must walk toward.
And so I walk. I move. I push–
Even while my heart is sedentary–
And I keep your memory with me.
—Written by Sandy Heights