Remember me
Remember Me
When you finally have a moment,
Come and brush the dust from this abandoned house
With your steps.
For centuries it has stood here,
Wrapped in a shroud of frozen silence,
Waiting for the echo of your voice.
Grief still walks its halls with a torn collar,
And sorrow dances in the searing arms
Of separation.
The window still repeats the same old scene.
The cup of tea you left half-drunk
Still sits untouched, frozen in time.
The flowers that once bloomed at the sight of us
Have all turned to dust in this desert
Of years.
Some paused at the threshold,
Some curled in the corners of rooms,
Some withered on the bed,
All fading into lifelessness.
All the words we never said
Are written on my face, in my eyes, in my voice
If only you would read them now.
So come once more to my grave,
Which has waited for the sound of your footsteps
Since forever.
Place your hand on that mound of earth,
So my wandering soul, alone in these ruins,
Might finally find rest at your touch.
And leave a light behind —
A light that bears your name,
For perhaps the purpose of my life
Was only to become
A single flame.
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