TITLE: THE SONGBIRD'S MEMORY
GNERE: Young Adult
I dreamed of you long after you were gone and I reached for you in my sleep, but my fingers groped only unwrinkled sheets. You've been gone almost a year now and, yet, I remember you as clearly as the bus ride to school this morning.
I remember us lying in your bed, translating each other’s silence into words and thoughts. You lay on your back and stared at the ceiling with the same expression you had at the movies: concentration, breached by brief absent stares. I couldn't gauge what you were thinking.
You asked, "Do you know what it feels like, Sylph?" but I had no idea what you were talking about as the rain outside slowly turned to snow. It had rained all day and the temperature was dropping fast.
"No," I said. "Tell me."
You were eighteen at the time and had just moved into your own little room in a building you shared with three other girls. I was two years behind you. You liked the other girls--I forget their names--but you never told me any stories about hanging out together and I didn't ask. I knew you didn't feel the same affinity for them as you did for me.
That was one month after Caden's funeral. Your first boyfriend.
"Caden will now forever be frozen in time," I heard one of the teachers at school remark. I wondered why people tell each other such lies.