I remember loneliness, and isolation,

I remember wishing for more and being it in that thought.

I remember the trauma of separation,

and the guilt for finding myself in that position.

I remember screaming in the falling,

I remember never hitting bottom,

yet sinking deeper.

I remember loneliness with a familiar flavor,

I remember seeing your face… and recognizing mine.

I remember glancing at wisdom

and yearning for it’s embrace.

I remember always working to remember, always trying,

and never understanding that which I was already,

was, and I was that.

I remember now… and I am whole.

by Lisa Long