|Bing Art by Rachel Bingaman|
Don't think of me in deep sorrow,
Don't remember my last days,
Dry your eyes and take a deep breath,
And commemorate me in happier ways.
Don't think about how you'd hurt me,
Don't remember our last fight,
Cherish our first fanciful encounter
On that full-mooned, starry night.
Don't think of the moments you'd forget me,
Don't remember the nights I'd lie awake,
Revel in the nights you'd arrive
And the incredible memories we'd make.
Don't think of the doubts you'd wallow in,
Don't remember your distant embrace,
Relive the countless times I'd pull you in,
And the fears I'd soon erase.
Don't think of the anniversaries we'd miss,
Don't remember when we'd argue and shout,
Recall the times we'd make up and make love
And forget what we were fighting about.
Don't think of the days you'd watch me suffer,
Don't remember when you'd helplessly stand by,
Remember the days we'd race down the hillsides
Under the crystal-blue summer sky.
Don't think of me as you last saw me,
Don't remember my cries and my pain,
Just know, trust, and believe I am happy now,
And I will see you once again.
I've been having a hard time doing any writing this week. Still shaken from last week's emotional roller coaster. As I was hopping around different blogs and sites, seeing what everyone's doing for A-Z challenge and poetry month, both which I had planned on participating but got side-tracked, more like shoved off the track by an oncoming train, I came across Writer's Digest poetry challenge day #3. I had to write a message.
So here I am stuck in a funk, sorrowful, with morbid thoughts ramming at one another in my head, and I just started writing this poem. Guilt-ridden, melancholic, saddened....I present it here to you.