Citrus

Sonder Spotlight: a piece by Ariadne Maria Marianos

I think I might remember him, a little

The way he touches my cheek and calls me his son

His calloused hands ruffling my black hair

The warmth that spread throughout me

I think I remember him, a bit

The way he peeled citrus fruits with his bare hands

Sun-spotted and scarred

And my mother’s gentle hand on his arm

I think I remember him, in a way

The scars that wrapped around his hands

I was a curious child with a head full of dreams

But now it’s replaced with the ache of forgetting.

I hope he remembers me, to be honest

We share a smile and it makes my mother cry

Maybe he’ll arrive tomorrow, or maybe today

I think I will remember him, in a way.

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Ariadne is a teenage writer who has a passion for musicals and mythology. She's currently working on a book, and two musicals- Queen Of Hell and Fifth Year.

-Ariadne Maria Marianos

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