I saw an instagram reel about how sometimes we hide people in things, such as poetry. And it’s true. True for me. I will hide people away in my words. Hoping that they know who they are and feel the love that was meant to be shared privately, in an intimate/non-intimate sort of way. It’s too intense to type a name. It makes what was real and tangible, seem the same but sadder. Like a memory. And that’s all that’s really left. Just memories. So, I bury the name(s) to keep them with me in some way