Memento On The Moon
I’d leave a small cigar box, cracked, showing faint splinters,
buried where no one can touch it or twist it.
Inside: a music amp shaped like my ribcage,
wound with the ache of fifteen years
spent trying to be softer than the world allowed.
A torn page from a notebook no one read,
scribbled with dreams I wasn’t brave enough to say aloud.
A necklace I never wore, too scared it meant I mattered.
A mirror that only shows you what you’ve hidden
when your hands are shaking too much to lie.
Some nights, I wish I could vanish without being gone.
But this box stays, proof I felt too much,
loved without language, begged for quiet in my mind.
Even here, far from Earth, I am still trying
to be more than the weight of my own silence.
Copyright © Amanda Nolan | Year Posted 2025
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