Still... Poem by Adam N. Duran (The Forgotten Poet)

Such things need be said.
If not for want, but, for need.
Such words, though spoken through a brittle tongue,
Carry a weight, like a stone carelessly tossed into the sea.

But, by chance…
that water dries…
leaving that small stone,
Once coarse, now smoothed by those ancient and forgotten tides,
Alone in a newly formed desert,
resting amongst the sand…

Would you not think of me?
Not feel my hand, upon your hand?

If not for love… but for word… for deed?

Would you not remember,
Remember such nights spent peering up… dreaming, wishing…
As those stars, play and dance, like fireflies in a darken sky?
Mesmerized by such worlds that lie beyond our own.

Would you not feel me with you, when alone?

If that distant star, that found its might in your heart… and mind,
Blinked out of the night…
Would you not miss my tender kiss upon your brow?
If such things were truly gone,
Would you not find longing for my arms?

Could I not assure you, my love…
That lost star has found its home in your eyes?
Or would such thoughts be lost with time?

Could you forget me so easily?

Would I not be as that light breeze,
As it searches for its home…
Lost then forgotten?
Only to return to rustle leaves,
To serve as a reminder of love shown.

Would you miss such things?

If you shall forget me, thy beloved one,
I shall love you still.

If my name should slip away,
And in memories, I decay.
If your want turns to want not,
And our goodbye you silently forgot,
I shall love you still.

But if every day, with gentle grace,
You feel our souls interlace.
If your heart should call my name,
In every star, in every flame,
And you find that stone buried within.
Know this…
…I shall love you, even then!



For Danitia