You say you know, but I know you don’t
You say you remember but I know you don’t
There’s still a comfort in your voice but it pains my eyes
They sting to know you’ll never know my age again
You’ll never know of my first love, my first child
To know every detail of your life, & you mine,
but never again –
Lost in fragments, blurred pieces of clouds passing
Nothing will ever feel like your hands – calloused by horse memory,
the hands that always held me,
One day, you’ll know again,
One day, but not today,

You do know I love you
– my love came from you
& your love is in every crease of us

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Written by Jordan Strain. Jordan Strain is the co-founder and co-president of Vocal Chords Journal. She is a senior at GW studying political science and psychological brain sciences. Her special interests include sewing, writing poetry sporadically, & reading academic nonfiction.