She believed every day,
That there was a side of the universe that
we couldn't see.
She would trace it out
in ornate patterns
on the ceiling above my bed,
And I would point out constellations –
Familiar like long-remembered friends.
She would redesign the stars.
A new astrology.
Turning a picture of a world I did not
remember over and over in her hands,
As if each new glance would bring a
symbol to the surface,
And these would be her memories
That there was a side of the universe that
we couldn't see.
She would trace it out
in ornate patterns
on the ceiling above my bed,
And I would point out constellations –
Familiar like long-remembered friends.
She would redesign the stars.
A new astrology.
Turning a picture of a world I did not
remember over and over in her hands,
As if each new glance would bring a
symbol to the surface,
And these would be her memories
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Lexie96
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