Who 🤔 Would Remember 💭 by Erin Hanson 📝 ...

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Who Would Remember by Erin Hanson

Perhaps we're not afraid of death

But of our name plucked from the air,

of the silence that surrounds a thing

That's just no longer there.

For we really never know

The lifespan of a single sound,

How many years after the body stops

A name will stick around.

Perhaps it stretches generations

Echoes one last time, then never,

Until space is filled, replaced

By its unknown loss forever.

Or maybe there's another way

It lives after we fade,

It's why we write our names on books we own

And all we've ever made.

It's a sliver of remembrance

In a world prone to forget,

The taste of who we were

On lips of one we've never met.

The hope they'll stumble on the stories

We have love, worn down with age,

That there they'll find what we have left,

Our name on the cover page,

And for just that fleeting moment

It's as though we've beaten death,

That is the whisper of those words

We have taken one more breath.

-e.h

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless, but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. But that's not all. The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried; they are clues that could guide your enemies to a price they would love to steal. "It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things...and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it." - Stephen King. So would you leave books for anyone to read or you just keep things and seal them in your heart?

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