I Shan’t Remember Thee

If sorrow be the commemoration of our love Then I shan’t remember thee. You will not be a souvenir, a keepsake Buried in the dust Excavated on cheerless days. No. You won’t be a mere relic of the past All the memories amassed Bitter-sweet They will not be the culmination of you. Should grief dictate… Continue reading I Shan’t Remember Thee