Abuelo Emily Charleson
I was fussing with the flowers, as the words tried to peel themselves from my heart and his crackling lips. The war with his eyes left a wilted body clinging to life. I knew it was time, but my eyes could only water the flowers, never meeting the crystal water of his pupils. I wanted to speak his words before it was too late, because Time had done all he could. My heart spoke his native language, but clinging to my lips were the words. I wanted his eyes to light up with pride, before the sun set in his eyes. After this my memory is water, a blur between what I wish and reality. Clinging to this brings the question of the words I said. I’m unsure if I spoke; my heart would never lie, though Time still hasn’t given it the courage to talk. Time has left a false hope reflecting in my eyes and guilt resting on my heart. The murky tears solidified from boiling water, becoming a coin on my chest. His words are branded on it. His memory is clinging to the engraved goddess, as I am clinging to him. Even though Time has kissed her face, fading the words of his memory, my eyes see love. The sea of water in his eyes will be carved into my heart forever. As my heart beats, the unspoken words clinging to each other, slide down my face. The salt water of the oceans melts the fragments of time since I saw his luminescent eyes and my mouth caged my words. Even though my heart can’t stop clinging to his words and the cold murky water escapes my eyes, él está en mi corazón todo el tiempo.
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