Commit To Memory Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Commit me to memory, like I own you
Like the last of the raindrops in the consequent Summer,
And the foliage anew by Autumn,
Commit me to memory, though I do not own you
For when the darkness and sleaze go astray,
It is never too late to have vied for and pray,
That the remaining hours in one’s life sway
Towards forgetting and not forgetting –
Now what is better, to commit to memory
Or to disregard and go on day by day?
I know this true enough that you’d turn to say,
That certainly, one leaves and one stays,
You are earnest enough to have forged a lie
Contorting a vastly eviscerated sky
Oh, the things we do when we bid good bye,
How thwarting enough to not permit life
In every breath I pledge with strife.
And so I say, I will commit you to memory evermore
Until your ship is moored to my shore –
But then, hope is a loose accolade hanging
Unsteadily by a thread of phase-shifting,
Star blinding, moon kissing and sun quelling –
And so, to commit you to memory under the infinite sky;
With a sigh, the things you make me do when you say good bye