Memoir

By Rebecca Dominique Hawkes

With the flow of nature,

We forget

The woman who dies

The pain that subsides

The masterpiece of art

Or the mouth of a defaming dart.

With the passing of nature,

She forgets

Her wounded heart,

Those who depart,

Despondency-

The air of melancholy.

With the passing of night,

He forgets,

The tears he wept,

The anger he kept,

Fancy delusions,

Of a make believe illusion.

With the passing of years,

I remember,

My solitary fight,

Darkness turned bright.

The fondness I missed

Turned to loneliness I kissed.

I will remember,

Fullfilled promises,

Better choices,

Crooked contortions

To masterful devotions.

I will remember,

You...

Our gifted talk,

Of life's walk,

My niche of unsorted thoughts,

Bound in you - the treasure chest I sought.

The past is no longer

My shelter

But a broken border,

Of a fearful encumber.

The stake that pierced me,

Or the blood rag that bandaged me,

Is no longer,

My source of pain,

But rather mundane.

In a world

I choose to remember

Or choose to obliviate.

By Rebecca Dominique Hawkes