The Place Where I Remember Me
written by: John Neff
Beneath the noise the world repeats,
There lies a sound that silence keeps—
A pulse that hums when no one hears,
A truth that shivers through the years.
I walked away, or so I thought,
From every lesson I’d been taught.
But something followed, soft and true—
A whisper shaped exactly you.
It echoed not in voice or name,
But in the tremble when I came
Too close to something real and still—
A place that asked not “Why?” but “Will?”
The stars don’t speak, yet speak they do.
Their light arrives when time feels new.
And in that spanless, sacred thread,
I found the things I’d left for dead.
A glance. A laugh. A breath. A tear.
Moments that bent the shape of here.
Not loss, but something more refined:
The sacred blueprint left behind.
And oh—how strange, this ghost of peace.
It doesn’t beg. It doesn’t cease.
It waits like dusk inside the day,
A quiet light that’s walked away.
But when it finds a soul like mine,
It sings in chords that realign
The broken truths, the threads I fray—
The songs I swore I’d never play.
It’s not a hymn of joy or grief.
It doesn’t ask for your belief.
It only hums, and you will know
The parts of you you let not show.
And maybe, then, you’ll start to cry—
Not sad, not lost, not asking why—
But held within a soundless sea…
A place where you remember me.
And more than that—within that hue,
You’ll start to see yourself there too.
The sacredness you once let slip—
Now held again with trembling grip.
So if you feel a spine-bound chill,
A breathless pause the world can’t fill—
That’s not the dark. That’s not dismay.
It’s just the truth that found its way.
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