I came here to remember.
The past fifteen years I’ve forgotten for you.
I forgot how it was to understand the wants of my own heart.
Individual needs fled my mind as your own overflowed.
Integrity faded from my sight as I allowed myself to be used.
Tenderness took wing through the open barred window.
The feeling of passion upon my lips receded as a moon of neglect waxed.
Peace drifted from my body as a twisted sheet falls from sleepless rest.
You taught me with calculated steps how to dismiss my own human existence.
My entire world was you,
Nightingale’s breath shimmers through pointed leaves caressing my skin.
This dark earth about me opens lavish arms of verdancy waiting to hold me.
Feet digging into cool soil and soft grass, I plant myself and wait to flourish.
Beneath shadow and owl’s wing I promise myself,
Witnessed between these poplars standing tall.
I remember my freedom,
And will forget you.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.