Even The Darkness Has Arms
Time does not heal the pain.
You tell yourself that you will never forget them,
but eventually, you do. Little by little.
You forget the way their voice hung in the air,
when the silence drops after midnight, and
you grab hold of the words they said, but they’re
just a string of letters and nothing holds them
together with their voice gone.
You forget the intricacies of their skin, the way
their scars layered in maps on their arms,
where you were so often lost, and now these lines
are gone, just like they always wished.
You forget their stoic stance as they gazed at you
and beyond you, memorizing your imperfections,
and planting you into the depths of their mind.
You only remember how they taught you, that
to heal, you must be held, and so, on all nights
after them, even the darkness has arms.
~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler