Windswept
"Someone will remember us"
I say as my fingertip touching
your worn brow disintegrates
and the wind carries it
up Arthur's Seat.
Around us (you kneeling, I
no longer) statues and dust
attract cats, and other creatures
of the half-light,
and they carry us with them
to warm towels and secret dens
somewhere we couldn't reach
until now.
No longer restless, we can lie
on these new planets, watch
the shifting face of the hill
turn to reflect us.
"Someone will remember us"
the slopes echo, slowly fading,
until suddenly
they forget.
Sy Brand is a queer non-binary poet living in Edinburgh, Scotland. They write through the haze of cat-/child-induced sleep deprivation to try and make sense of gender, relationships, and ADHD. Their work has been published in Popshot Quarterly, Capsule Stories, and ZARF Poetry, among others. You can find them on Twitter @TartanLlama and their publications at https://sybrand.ink.
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