You Have Memories

silhouette of man standing on mountain cliff

On social media we get these wonderful notifications of “You have memories with…” and it lists people that generally I do have memories with, but—

I’m sharing this poem. I did not write this but it expresses so many truths. It says so many things poignantly. This is for all of us who have lost at least someone or maybe someones.

A Goat Rodeo

You don’t just lose someone once.

You lose them when you close your eyes each night.

And as you open them each morning.

You lose them throughout the day.

An unused coffee cup.

An empty chair.

A pair of boots no longer there.

You lose them as the sun sets.

And darkness closes in.

You lose them as you wonder why.

Staring at a star lit sky.

You lose them on the big days.






And the regular days too.

You lose them in the ordinary.


Household chores.

Routines taken for granted.

You lose them in the familiar.

A song they used to sing.

The scent of their cologne.

A slice of their favourite pie.

You lose them in conversations you will never have.

And all the words unsaid.

You lose them in all the places they’ve been.

And all the places they longed to go.

You lose them in what could have been.

And all the dreams you shared.

You lose them as you pick up the broken pieces.

And begin your life anew.

You lose them when you realize.

This is your new reality.

They are never coming back.

No matter how much

You miss them or

Need them.

No matter how hard you pray.

They are gone.

And you must go on.


You lose them as the seasons change.

The snow blows.

The flowers blossom.

The grass grows.

The leaves fall.

You lose them again and again.

Day after day.

Month after month.

Year after year.

Time marches on, carrying them further and further way.

You lose them as your hair whitens and your body bends with age.

Your memory fades.

And the details begin to blur.

Their face stares back at you from a faded photograph.

Someone you used to know.

You think you might have loved them once.

Long ago.

Back then.

When you were whole.

You don’t just lose someone once.

You lose them every day.

Over and over again.

For the rest of your life.

Monica Bobbitt

Galatians 6:

“2  Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ. 
3  For if a man think himself to be something, when he is nothing, he deceiveth himself. 
4  But let every man prove his own work, and then shall he have rejoicing in himself alone, and not in another. 
5  For every man shall bear his own burden. 
6  Let him that is taught in the word communicate unto him that teacheth in all good things. 
7  Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”