• atelophobicpoetry 6w

    Sometimes people live on as memories
    Tethered to songs and melodies and colors
    As feelings
    Like how you can feel phantom waves from the ocean on your legs
    Or how the bridge of "clocks" sounds like your first love
    Or corners and knives sound like their voices
    Like stepping on gravel
    Or the sweetness of peaches sticky on fingers
    The comfort of a light in the darkness
    Immortal as long as you don't forget how they made you feel