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Too Young
I try to speak
Words fail
I try to understand
Words fail
I try to know what is in my mind
Memory fails
Yet
do I want to remember?
I want to understand
I was young
Yet age is only a number
A seven-year-old doesn’t know
A seven-year-old doesn’t understand
My age is doubled and I still ask why
Four years after I should have remembered
I watched someone strong
She stood up for herself
I should have remembered
Now I think
I can see now
What I should have done
But I can’t focus on the past
Place one foot in front of the other
Yet
The past haunts me
I see a face
Brown curls
It turns away
Like nothing happened
So nothing happened right?
I can’t lie to my memory
I know it happened
What if my memories lie to me
I can’t remember
They say I was young
They say it’s okay
I didn’t understand
No.
I shouldn’t have needed to understand
But I desperately needed too
Yet
I didn’t
We were young
I don’t know if that face understood
As it turned away
I don’t know if that name understood
The name that makes me doubt what I remember
The name that is left unsaid
But everyone knows
My mind is a spiral of confusion
A whirlwind of doubt
I want to move on
Leave the past to the past
Yet
The face as it turns away
The thumbs hooked on that backpack strap
They haunt my mind
They won’t disappear
For so long they were locked away
Deep down in the pit of my mind
That face
The curls
Those hands
I try to speak
Words fail
I want to understand
But I only see
Pieces
I want to understand
I fall

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