To not forget you

The woman looks tired, but steadfast in her purpose, as she comes up to the thorn tree. A folded square of parchment comes out from a pocket and is read, re-read, then attached to the tree. "To not forget you," the lines themselves spell out...


The last is done, there’s nothing left to do,
Only to keep your memory alive,
Nothing will stop that, that I’ll hold close to,
Over all objections I’ll survive,
To keep you here, to keep you in my heart,
Forever to remember what went by,
Or how you looked even at the start,
Roguish smile and the devil in your eye;
Good never meant that much to me, it’s clear,
Everyone has a life they can dispose
To ends that others claim may cost too dear,
Yet I will not regret the path I chose
Of loving you, and I will keep this pain
Until someday we somehow meet again.

- K.