Lighthouse

I so often asked you this.

What do you remember?

Even in the earliest making – Tell me what you remember.

You answered once, and said I remember every day. You told me that you remembered every day. This sentence was the safest place you ever took me, a lighthouse gleam in the dark. The words sheltered me for years.

Long after we stopped emitting our glow.

Image by Joanne Piechota
Image by Joanne Piechota @ Little Clicks
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