Mar 2015
I hope whenever you see Queen Anne's Lace growing wild, you think of holding my hand and laughing and smiles.
I hope when you walk past that barbed wire fence with the dead plants intertwined with it, you remember how achingly beautiful I thought it was.
I hope you remember how long I spent taking pictures.
I hope you remember how you always threatened to keep walking - but never did.
I hope whenever you see someone with the same battle scars as me, you bite your tongue.
I hope instead, you give them a little faith - the kind you gave me every day.
I hope you think of me - sometimes, at least - when you pick up a pencil and begin writing one of those beautiful poems.
I hope you never forget me saying how much I hated the eerie darkness just after sunset, and how I still walked with you every evening that summer, through the twilight.
I hope you never forget the first time I said "I love you." It was short and passing and it took you aback. A lot of the things I said were short and passing and took you aback, but they were always true. Always.
I hope when you walk past that barbed wire fence with the dead plants intertwined with it, you remember how achingly beautiful I thought it was.
I hope you remember how long I spent taking pictures.
I hope you remember how you always threatened to keep walking - but never did.
I hope whenever you see someone with the same battle scars as me, you bite your tongue.
I hope instead, you give them a little faith - the kind you gave me every day.
I hope you think of me - sometimes, at least - when you pick up a pencil and begin writing one of those beautiful poems.
I hope you never forget me saying how much I hated the eerie darkness just after sunset, and how I still walked with you every evening that summer, through the twilight.
I hope you never forget the first time I said "I love you." It was short and passing and it took you aback. A lot of the things I said were short and passing and took you aback, but they were always true. Always.
This is one of the first poems I ever wrote, hidden on the last page of a notebook I had my Freshmen year of high school, later transferred to the first page of my current writing journal to remind me of how far I've come. It is about four years old and completely unedited. (I really ought to try rewriting it sometime.)
