When I am dead and gone
please let our history be.
I never meant to hurt you.
Of that I promise. Can’t you see?
Please do not tarnish what we had
with memories dark as night
of things I can’t recall I did
before my soul took flight.
Please let the good that is now
be the beauty that remains.
When I have left your side
let my memory not cause you pain.
And so let us enjoy this time
while we are here as one
before night settles in
and my soul leaves to meet the sun.
When the mind can no longer sustain
we cobble together history
from the scraps
heaped in piles
and tucked into basement corners.
My heart breaks
knowing that I will forget you
as you are now.
So I build a fortress
to shield us
from time’s relentless bombardment.
And as my memory disappears into dust
the rubble that remains
pieces of the history of us.
That’s the song.
Fix me a drink, love,
and let’s dance
like we did
in the vecchia’s apartment
when it was all
when New York grew
and the world
I can’t breathe.
Dance us away.
Yes, yes, yes.
I still dream of you.
By: Heather Nanni
The landscape so barren and dry
Stark contrast to the light inside
Both are dead worlds where we reside
All wrung out of tears left to cry
Silent streets echo silent night
Peering through glass opaque with frost
Hoping to find that which is lost
Seeking what is beyond our sight
Whisper, whisper, whisper a prayer
To lift the stone atop your chest
So it can heave and you can rest
To peacefully breathe new year’s air
Go out, listen as the breeze sings
Watch delicate flakes softly fall
From heaven they come gentle, small
To rid the ache the season brings