when you have given so much

regardless of the reasons

right or wrong

when you still labored through your angry

pity hanging on your back

rounding your shoulders from the weight

of your family’s history

the disease waiting patiently dormant in your roots

hoping someone, throughout the years

will one day remember

when you are long gone

long past the calls or the need or the want

alone

 

it is never fair

and it is never right

and some habits just cannot be overcome

time is often too powerful

for a tree to change breeds

 

they do think of you

 

when you are alone in a hallow house

choking peace and piercing memories

echoing through the bedrooms of a life well lived

know

please

that they do remember

reality is what it is, though

 

just listen to the silence, not the noise

when perched in your empty nest

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

 

(written on computer)