Here I Go Again / Delphine Gauthier-Georgakopoulos

Famille Le Goué - 1934

sobbing as I try to delete your phone number, but my index finger is shaking. I’m not ready to let you go / feeling selfish, because you were in pain, and the last time we spoke, your voice wasn’t smiling anymore / missing your stories and your sense of humour / wanting to visit you, but all I have left are cemeteries, and I’m so tired of leaving roses to wither on cold granite / reminiscing about a generation gone. One by one, you line up in my heart, a queue of memories threatening to burst the surface of my facade / wondering if you’re waiting for me on the other side.

Jean LE GOUÉ (1928-2024)