I Hope You Remember Me

I hope you remember me when the trees
become overgrown and the bleeding hearts
start flowing over the fence;
When then muscadine vines shrivel and the last
echo of laughter leaves the wood.
I hope you remember the moments we shared down at the swimming hole where the water glistened perfectly and ran ever-so peacefully;
Where the willows grew and vines thrived in the darkness of the shade.

It’s sad that life moves on while others are
forced to decay;
How one’s flesh starts to deteriorate because a
higher power directed it;
To think the world doesn’t stop spinning,
even though it was once yours to conquer;
The more you realize,
the more you come to acknowledge just how
lachrymose the planet really is.

What else could there be?
What did I complete?
What’s going to happen now?
Is that all?

Questions we could ask forever
but will never get the answer,
unless it’s too late.

Before we realize just what our souls are like after our hearts stop beating;
Before we are told what our purpose is and if we accomplished it;
Before you even acknowledge what is going on around you;
After your organs fail and your brain becomes rock;
After your body goes into shock and it’s demanded to no longer move;
After you come to the realization of how you could’ve done so much better
but now you’ll never get the chance;
After you cry out with regret and try so hard to grasp ahold of the consciousness that is
slowly slipping away.

I wish I could explain why my brain flooded
with these thoughts instead of beautiful memories;
Instead of the moments we shared planting the bleeding hearts and putting up the fence;
Instead of the many laughs and muscadines
we created inside of the wood;
Instead of the memories of the swimming hole and how it was perfectly shaded with Mother Nature around it;
But that’s another one of those questions
we sadly will never know the answer to.

I hope you remember me.