eager meteor
I do not know
When my cohesive sentences
Turned into rambles and then words
pulled from distant memories
Trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle
Where the memories went from the speakings
of a young girl to something my brain
Had picked apart and translated
i do not have a single memory
where everything was in that language
that flew through my ears at school
and surrounded me
at the corner of an almost parisian city
i breathed, the “excusex-mois” and
“Ca va’s” yet all i remember was
The measly english class we barely had once a month
Je ne sais pas
I do not know
how my language got boxed
taped and tangled to be sent of
and i wonder when my package will
Return to me, with my fluent memories
and let my speak my forgotten language.
slim flare