He told me himself,
Not in words,
but in his hands.
He did not know, at the time,
what he was giving.
I did not know,
what I was preserving.
–Gathering the fragments, one memory at a time…
A story remembered in fragments
He told me himself,
Not in words,
but in his hands.
He did not know, at the time,
what he was giving.
I did not know,
what I was preserving.
–Gathering the fragments, one memory at a time…