Sometimes when you forget things, it’s like a part of you is dead

By Maura Michelle

I’m sorry.

I guess, I misunderstood the lines above your eyebrows,

Your wisdom does not bring apparel, but you scream knowledge,

And I mean it in the nicest way possible.

 

Each one of your years brings a story along with it,

Wearing a suit and tie,

Carrying a suitcase.

 

You,

A history class walking,

A book of stories aligned,

A mystery,

That has forgotten its secret.

 

It’s okay,

I know one day,

Long ago,

You knew who I was,

You spoke my name in every syllable needed,

 

You sang every lesson you taught me.

It’s okay,

 

I know, long ago,

You would braid my hair

and sing me songs from your time,

I know, long ago

 

You used to smile when you saw me

Because you remembered, how much I loved to hear your stories.

 

Long ago,

When the world was perfect,

You used to sing my name in every call,

Every language you knew,

In every tear you’d dry.

 

I know, it’s a sad world now.

Where the last are first and the first are last,

I’ll remember you,

In every old picture, in every story you’d tell,

I’ll remember you.

About the Poet

Maura Michelle Velez Estevez was born in Mayagüez, Puerto Rico on November 10, 2003. Maura has been writing poetry since she was 13 years old and has been writing in the slam poetry genre and now in 12th grade, has continued to write in the spoken word genre of poetry. During the years where she started getting into poetry, she was inspired by her favorite poet, Rudy Francisco, and his way with words. Since then, Maura has been more open about her poetry and letting her feelings out on paper in hopes to make it big and make a change with her words.