Remember me by this

neat idea, kind of. in my mind anyways. when i started writing it the canter made itself apparent right away, and so i kept up with it. a little childish i think but i actually really like it.

"Remember me by this"

is what you said

as you bequeathed what you bequothe to me

from within your hand upon to mine,

a locket you yourself had made

and just a day before,

with the very hands that grazed mine then;

the only ones to touch my core.

 

i was shook and shaken

full of fear

and also anger too

but you did what you had done

and one last time you disappeared. 

 

that locket in my hands,

the hands that yours had touched too soon before,

those hands then clenched so tight

the clasp your hands had made with so much care

was stuck sealed solid for four more years.

 

not a word did i speak to you

nor would i had i found you.

not a single sound then passed these lips upon this face,

this face of mine you used to kiss,

not a single sound was meant for you

or either of your ears.

 

not until that seal stuck solid gave way

and brought back your disappearing day

did i ever say a word,

a word which what was wished to whisper passed your thoughts

and echo off the walls that you had built inside your heart,

the walls s that you yourself had built

with those very hands,

the walls which never kept me out

but which had never let me in.

 

stuck solid seals give way in such a fashion 

that the clasp is then just more decay,

and upon mine eyes gazing at that locket

which you yourself had made

with the very hands you hold

holding someone else's to this day,

i did not see what i had seen each day before.

for those four years it was your golden face,

a face that stopped one's heart at but a glance

then made it quicken pace.

your golden face inside that locket,

with a smile only god could make,

with the very hands which he must hold,

which must have made the rest of you,

but this was not the case.

 

within that locket which you gave to me

with words telling, that this, the only way must be

how i remember you,

i did not find your golden face,

nor silver smile,

but instead a picture of myself

grinning like a child.

 

i do remember the occasion though i know it's not important,

you wished to be remembered- not in physical attraction

but in how you let me love you

and from your every silver smile

my school boy reaction.

 

the words i then did whisper

from my lips to yours,

words i doubt you noticed

as we are far from each our doors,

these words whispered something that i feared,

something that i feared so deeply

i had never said before

but yes i mean them now

and do i ever mean them truly

-

I am sorry. 

Author's Note

this could be written as prose too, as it almost is anyways. there's no real way for me to show you the emphases so it's a little hard to understand. sounds good in my head though.

Reviews

[CHRIS ANDES]

very clever
I actually enjoy reading it
=]

[kayla]

This is very beautiful. I love the emotions within it and the narrative way of writing it. I love prose poems, so this was right up my alley(: Anyhoo, great poem and I'd love to read more.

[i.am.the.sun.]

thank you! so much!