13 years later.
And you're too young, too long dead to make the world remember you.
Let me try to [[remember you->Nicolas]] instead. Your hands: Soft and wrinkly, especially around your knuckles.
Your long Dracular nails, soft and sturdy, though.
Your tiny fists, clenching, boxing the tight air.
Your coreographies; an unpredictable spectacle.
[[What were they fighting (for)?->remember 2]]Your feet: Stronger than I thought any newborn feet could ever be.
Especially those calves.
Well-defined and muscle-packed.
Kicking through air, pushing against the ground.
Or bouncing your body up and down when you're on my lap.
[[What dance were they dancing->remember 2]]?Nico, you know what else I remember?
I remember [[your eyes]].
I remember [[your teeth]].
I remember [[your lips]].Another thing, Nico.
I do remember [[your smell]].
I remember [[your skin]].Those dark blue eyes, oceanic. Blue like any newborn's, they say.
They only open for proper spectacles, though.
A dark ceiling, for example. Or a mother's breast.
Falling close when you've had enought, when you're [[done with the world->remember 3]].Your Lips: Soft and warm and perfect.
Forming a small "o" when you're about to yawn.
Pulling apart when you're about to cry.
They puff and blow, spit and suck.
[[Until they're going all blue->remember 3]].Your teeth: Or what felt as teeth.
Gums they were, avidly digging into my flesh, [[craving ever more->remember 3]].I remember [[your name->name]].Your name is Nicolas.
Some call you Nici (your grandmother).
Others call you Nico (me).
Here's [[another thing I remember about you]], Nico.Your smell: Fresh, and known.
Sweet, and different.
Like me, unlike me.
The sterility of the hospital ward hasn't killed this memory.
[[Nor has the livelessness of your corpse->remember 4]].I remember [[your hands]].
I remember [[your feet]].Your skin: So red and fresh at first,
So blue and livid later.
The shape of your birthmark on your eyebrow.
The tiny fur covering the better part of your arms and back.
Nothing will rip that away from me.
[[And nothing will bring it back->remember 4]].Isn't it funny, Nico?
13 years later, and I still remember
the tiny pieces which once were you.
In a world which tries to forget.
It can't and it won't as long as I'm here.