Wrote this for today’s word prompt of NaNoWriMo
Memory
She asked me to forget about her. She made me promise to forget about her, that I should live well when she is gone. But how can I do this when every day, every hour, every breath is still filled with memories of her?
When I walk through the palace halls, I can hear her voice in the distance.
When I come across our pagoda in the RoyalGardens, I can see her standing inside waiting for me.
How can I live well when I know that we are not only divided by distance but also by time and space as well?
I remember that she once asked me if I cannot go with her. I did not answer her although I wanted to answer her in the affirmative. I wanted to shout, yes, I want to go with you. I want to see your world, your Heavens again. But I remained silent. I knew the King needed me. The nation needed me. That the king counted on me to keep his enemies at bay. What I didn’t count on was the fact that I needed you more. That every memory of you makes me both miserable and happy at the same time.
Imja are you there? Can you – by some heavenly intervention – hear my words?
No, of course not. I’m just a memory to you, just as you are a memory to me. When you think of me, in your place, I will already be long gone. Just a memory in the annals of history. A memory inside your heart.
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