Inspired by a Sue Sylvester quote
There’s no one on the other end
of the tether I reached for
when I needed her.
But the tether is still there.
Anchored by memories,
it snaps up and down
as emotions run through me.
Memories aren’t something I can hug,
But I can have conversations in my head
imagining what she would tell me.
I hear her voice.
Not the same as in person,
but the memories provide a bond.
She is still my person.
Possibly stronger in memory
than when she was alive.
When she was alive I sometimes questioned her wisdom,
And got either silence or a smile in return.