I long for a memory I never lived,
I carry those pieces of you within me.

I belong to places I have never been,
I cry for lost loves I have never felt.

I carry your anger, your spirals of darkness,
I see unknown faces when I close my eyes.

With a life not my own, I carry your tears,
I long for words lost to someone never found.

With a lie not my own, I carry your fears,
I hate whole worlds built by agonies.

I can hear old stories untold,
I can see bright colors that never existed.

And through your hate I live mine,
In pools of forgotten reasons;
In flames of mourning,
For deaths of the non-living.

Redemption.

(originally written in 04/03/2020)