For the one who’s 7,433 miles away

Remember me like this;
digging my nails into my
palms in search of all
the words that escape me,
gritting my teeth in hopes
that the right vocabulary
will eventually save me.

Remember me like this;
rummaging through tragedies
looking for hidden pieces
of me, dissecting catastrophes
in search of subtle beauty.

Remember me like this;
lips seeking refuge beneath
my teeth whenever they
resist the urge to speak,
tongue tapping melodies onto
skin until I forget how to
breathe.

Remember me like this;
palms always open and
welcoming, but never really
knowing how to receive things
gracefully.

Remember all of this, and
how I forget my
strengths sometimes.

Remember how I always hated
that my silence was a far more
articulate speaker than I,

remember how I always
wore my loneliness with my
head held high.

Remember how my passions
always turned my palms into
fists.

When I’m gone, please
only remember me like
this.