"vouchers" poems - Hello Poetry

you will forget the colour of my eyes and the way i turn to the back door instinctively, when i hear the click and how, unlike you all, i do not yell across the cubicles the way i crushed boxes for two hours, then and how i cry, too easily the six pack of strawberry milk (fresh from the fridge) that only i drank the smell of fish and chips that wafted through the office and- -you will forget my love, my loyalty, and soon enough, you will forget me. i don't want to forget. "don't want to?" no. i can't. i cannot forget the christmas decorations that must be down by now or the perpetually-unmanned front or stale, recycled, air-conditioned oxygen that tasted like bliss and lemon stained fish and chips, and salad that came out of a tub, and scalding heat against my palm and tears. i cannot forget the way she laughs like an orchestra of the wind beneath the branches or the way you shook my hand and made me feel like i belonged and how you, you, my love, you are bothering to go to the trouble of sending me registered mail so it doesn't get lost the way i do, in her eyes i cannot forget how you are different. special and how you refuse to take selfies that are glamorous because you have a sense of fun and the first time you ever saw me, drenched dedicated, yearning, and already in irrevocable love. i cannot forget the strike i scored with my eyes on a screen instead of a lane and the cookies, the vouchers, the games the screwdrivers, shoes, and sushi i cannot forget the goodbyes i never said in case i never say them, the next time i can that once upon a time- i belonged. i cannot forget beauty and goodness and strength and laughter and belonging and teasing and acceptance and loyalty and experience and diversity and determination and passion and teamwork and friendship and family and love. i cannot forget. because you will. you know what they say if nobody remembers something any longer did it really exist? when i was young and foolish i thought that was so ridiculous because it's happened- so it must exist mustn't it? and now i see why the philosophers say what they do and why people doubt. i am so afraid to forget because if i can, then others can (and will), as well. but as long as i remember (even if it fades from the collective remembrance) then it will always exist even if only in the land of memories and dreams upon our dreams where we can never set foot upon again.

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Jan 22, 2014

Jan 22, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC

atlantisairlock

sweet strangers; this place blows, let's get outta here

you will forget the colour of my eyes and the way i turn to the back door instinctively, when i hear the click and how, unlike you all, i do not yell across the cubicles the way i crushed boxes for two hours, then and how i cry, too easily the six pack of strawberry milk (fresh from the fridge) that only i drank the smell of fish and chips that wafted through the office and- -you will forget my love, my loyalty, and soon enough, you will forget me. i don't want to forget. "don't want to?" no. i can't. i cannot forget the christmas decorations that must be down by now or the perpetually-unmanned front or stale, recycled, air-conditioned oxygen that tasted like bliss and lemon stained fish and chips, and salad that came out of a tub, and scalding heat against my palm and tears. i cannot forget the way she laughs like an orchestra of the wind beneath the branches or the way you shook my hand and made me feel like i belonged and how you, you, my love, you are bothering to go to the trouble of sending me registered mail so it doesn't get lost the way i do, in her eyes i cannot forget how you are different. special and how you refuse to take selfies that are glamorous because you have a sense of fun and the first time you ever saw me, drenched dedicated, yearning, and already in irrevocable love. i cannot forget the strike i scored with my eyes on a screen instead of a lane and the cookies, the vouchers, the games the screwdrivers, shoes, and sushi i cannot forget the goodbyes i never said in case i never say them, the next time i can that once upon a time- i belonged. i cannot forget beauty and goodness and strength and laughter and belonging and teasing and acceptance and loyalty and experience and diversity and determination and passion and teamwork and friendship and family and love. i cannot forget. because you will. you know what they say if nobody remembers something any longer did it really exist? when i was young and foolish i thought that was so ridiculous because it's happened- so it must exist mustn't it? and now i see why the philosophers say what they do and why people doubt. i am so afraid to forget because if i can, then others can (and will), as well. but as long as i remember (even if it fades from the collective remembrance) then it will always exist even if only in the land of memories and dreams upon our dreams where we can never set foot upon again.