Forget me (Not)
Give me mercy
Grant me grace
Let me forget
The look of your face
Light like a beacon
Cuts through the past
The memory
Of what could not last
Last
Last of all
I want to forget
I need to
To bury it all
But you burn
With the light of morning
Even in my memories
While I yet am mourning
How can I live
In blinding light?
Give me mercy
Grant me grace
Let me forget
The look of your face
Mercy
Memory
Fading
Forever
Mercy
Memory
Fading
Forever
Mercy
Memory
Fading
Forever
Please don't go
Don't go
Please...
Go...
AUTHORS COMMENTARY
Written on June 3rd 2023. I was wrestling with the memory of our loss, and it hit me quiet sharply this time. After having a little break down, I just wanted to forget, but knew I never could. This represents the lament of a selfish wish to forget what had been.
I my more lucid moments, I don't wish to forget. Instead, I wish to remember. The edges of memory become more fuzzy as time goes by, their faces, their look, their size, all a little less clear, and it kills me to not have that clarity anymore. And yet, at the time, all I wanted was to forget, because with the clearness came sharp edges, the serrated edges of a knife like memory driven into my heart.
I'm still a bit of a mess honestly. But I am getting better. My feelings change as time goes on.
I suppose, in a way, poetry is like photography. It captures a moment, but never the living experience.
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