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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

As You Were


Remember me as I am—
That is what you said.
But when I think of you,
There is nothing but pure sadness.
—-
What do you want me to remember?
Your laugh? Our late-night conversations
Over bottles of beer?
Your unending passion?
Your dreams that will never be realized?
—-
There are two ways to remember,
So tell me—
Do you want me to remember you
As someone who lived for love?
—-
Or do you want me to see you
As the coward who left without warning?
As the fool who thought
He could solicit affection from despair?
—-
You were abandoned,
So you turned away from them who thrived in your existence.
You walked away,
Leaving everyone to grieve for your selfishness.
—-
Please spare us the burden of remembering you.
It is too heavy, and the pain digs deep.
You went your way; let us continue with ours.
I only hope that you are finally happy.
created: 01/31/2012

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