Her

• Tamana Naim, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

The amount of things swirling in my head
Numbers, letters, questions, answers; yet I always forget
The forgetful that were once flowing in my head
Well…They have now faded, fading like a cheap suit
I do all I can to remember what it was
Was it just a memory or something
I just can’t remember
I scavenge through all my pictures
2021, 2020, Nothing
2019, 2018, still; Nothing
2017
It was at that moment when I saw photos
Photos of someone who was stuck in the back of my mind for so many years
The person who inspired me to write this today
The person who was never spoken about
The person who was unsaid
My friend
It was Her