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.
soulful requests like this are like flowers laid at the doorstep of a waiting heart.
Beautiful murmurs from your pen! 🙂
Thanks Steph. Even your comments are poetic and beautiful!