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I remember you as I stared upon the stoic face
Of your new dwelling; you ignore me as thoroughly
As ever you did when you despised me. I smile despite
The stigmata you left me with. I remember us
We dreamed merrily and we laughed once
Before there was nothing left to smile about
And I remember the greater joys we kept
In our hearts to sustain our fickle souls
You were never there for me; I delude myself
But I imagine that you loved me once
Albeit ages ago, before time itself shed its curse
On us and forsook us; we were bereft of passion
But I dare remember that time when you smiled
At me and I took you into my arms warmly, proclaiming
That you and I would be forever together in affluence
But such graces never came, and our amour never was
Yet I imagine something more; you were never
Something more. Is it a sin to remember otherwise
Are my memories subject to divine scrutiny? I should
Hope not, but then again, are our thoughts our own?
Would you remember me, I wonder, although I do
Confess that I have largely forgotten what we were
In the alary flutter of yesterday, which can never fly again
For our lives are so much different now; you are not at all
I stand outside your house now, gazing upon the marker
Your name, carved elegantly in stone, greets me coldly
The cornice of your dwelling invites thoughts of a void
In which you are as far from me as the farthest shores of time
I gaze upon the bouquet of hyacinth in my hand and wonder
If you’ll ever know it was I who always placed them at your doorstep
Will you care? I should hope so. But I think not; you never cared
And you never will. How lugubrious I have become without you
But I swear, I was never lachrymose for lack of you; I never
Betrayed our memories or the union that might have been, as you
In sanctimonious indignation, did when you came to reside here
I cherish the fickle memory that you have forsworn, for better
Or worse. Tell me, is this all there was? Was there never
Something more by which we could imagine that
All was well within our little word that once gave you
All the peace you could ever need. Are you happy now?
I place the bouquet upon the tenebrous earth that is now
Your eternal blanket, and I turn away; I doubt you hear
My mournful footsteps retreating; I imagine you scoffed
We all like to dream, I know, but I dream of only you.