Poetry

The Body Remembers

R Richard Nkwenti August 27, 2026 1 min read

Grief Memory

A man stands in a waterfall with water streaming over him, head tilted back.

The body remembers what the mind has filed away — the season, the room, the particular grey of that afternoon. Grief is not an event. It is a tenant. You learn its footsteps and go on living in the same house.

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