Skinned Knees

Piece Three

Skinned Knees
Piece Three

 

Ten years is a long time. A lot can happen in ten years, things that I need to write down before I... Life is quite simple really. Regular faces. Familiar faces. Fading. But if I keep writing the ink won’t fade and the memories won’t blur together on the page. I know you, don’t I... I guess life is simply a blank page, you can fill it with wonderful words and images that last a life time. I am a blank page but I can’t remember what to write. Time passes without a thought; the grandfather clock is tick tick ticking but what does time mean. How much time do I have before the ink blurs, the memories fade and I know you, don’t I? You look at me and I look at you, I see you cry but I don’t understand what I have done. It’s my fault, I’m sorry. I know I love you, I can’t get this feeling out of my body. I lose things daily but not that, I will never lose love. I know you, don’t I? Tears rolled down my cheek the day I found out I’d lost you forever. I recognise that confusion? That look. You won’t correct me but I know, I have done it again. I got it wrong. I’m stupid and I’m sorry. Would people be angry at me if I forgot. I didn’t mean too; I promise I will try harder to remember. I know you, don’t I…

 

 

 

 

WRITTEN BY REBECCA HARLAND

ILLUSTRATION BY SARAH MCCROREY