I stand on the shore.
The smell of the storm still hangs in the air,
But I am not where I was.
I look beyond the water and there they stand.
The storm has receded and everyone is slowly picking themselves up,
Carefully piecing themselves back together,
Cautiously exploring their new roles.
I stand alone.
Afar.
How beautiful was to have it all?
Even if it was for a brief moment.
The laughter echoing,
Off handed painted walls
In a perfect home.
But it's all blown away,
The winds have erased it.
A clean slate now.
Old habits die hard,
And I'm still tempted to piece together the past
Only this time it's so truly beyond reach.
The figures across the water seem to ease into their news lives,
New dynamics,
New memories,
New people.
Like learning to walk through a city.
I despise the childlike rage that builds up in me.
Why?
Why am I still here?
Why can't I slip in just as easily.
The figures don't seem to recall my presence,
It's almost as though,
The storm washed that away too.
I want to rage
To allow myself that respite
But I don't even know how.
I want to ask you,
What it'll feel like to be born
In the aftermath of a wreckage.
From the ashes of broken hearts.
You'll heal them in ways no one else can.
Perhaps that is too much to ask of a soul.
But I am no longer needed.
So I'll take one last long look
At everyone I've ever loved,
And walk away.
Into the forest.
God.
God if I'm destined to be forgotten
I pray to you that I'll be forgotten peacefully.
Like sunlit ruins in this forest clearing.
Like a shipwreck being embraced my the current.
Like ashes settling down.
If I'm to be forgotten
Let me go with peace.
