The Wall

There are jokes with no surviving language now. I still start stories in my head with your name attached. I keep finding old screenshots and hearing your laugh before I remember. A friend died and the group chat became a museum overnight. My brother is gone and I keep catching myself standing in memories like they are doorways. The worst part is how many people only remember the final chapter. There are songs I cannot tell if I am avoiding or preserving.

For the friend I still text in my head

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