I found a picture in a drawer—
A girl in red with tangled hair.
She’s laughing big, she’s running fast...
I think it’s me, but can’t be sure.
A yellow house, a backyard swing,
A candle glow on someone's face—
I know I must have been right there,
Yet all I feel is empty space.
And if these moments slip away,
Then what about the NOW I see?
The way the lamp hums when it's dark,
The way the rain talks just to me?
The way my father spins me high,
My mother’s voice, the smell of bread...
If even THIS could turn to mist,
Then where will I
be when it’s fled?
I press my hands against my cheeks,
I shut my eyes and whisper stay.
If memories can fade like dreams,
Then let me hold this one today.
Someday, I Won t Remember
© Copyright: Ефим Тырайкин, 2025
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