Memory of Light

In some depth where no voice yet fits,

what we were to become had already begun.

A memory of something not yet happened,

and yet, within my soul,

it settled like an ancient truth.

 

You did not know how much you resembled me.

Nor I, who awaited you in every light

that cooled my skin with unseen colors.

And still, when you came,

I did not recognize you at once

only my silence sighed

in a way that betrayed me.

 

You were what time forgets,

yet the soul searches for when unseen.

You were a warm pulse within my light.

 

And I held you tightly in my hands,

with every fear, with all my foolish beginnings,

until I became, too,

what only you could gaze upon without fear.

 

Since then, every unexplainable trembling

reminds me that you existed

in that place where everything happens

before it even begins.

 

⁛ a soft pulse of the heart

 

 

© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.

My heart, my words. Please respect them.

 

Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me

a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.

 

Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.

 

Done