Forget-Me-Not

 

{Another sad poem.  Thanks for reading!}

 

We gave you permission

To slip away:

Down the slick hill,

Encrusted with snow;

Down the cold rapids,

Bumped with froth;

A swirling vortex–

Coriolis–

Misty matter, unmade.

 

We gave you permission

To break the bonds

That held you–

Namely, skin.  And breathing,

Tiresome regimen!

Don’t fret:

They needn’t bother you now.

 

We gave you permission.

We felt our power

Slipping.  So, relinquishing it

Seemed good sense.

Though the price we pay,

Each day,

In absent thought,

Is harsh.

 

So, give us permission

To slip away,

From the hard, hard truth,

The dragging anchor,

Of your parting.

Help us hoist it,

Stow it,

And, forgetful,

Sail away.

 

Copyright 2019 Andrea LeDew