Neither Will You

Remember that day
You walked past me
And whispered something?
Anything.
Impaling my years and
Leaving me boisterously
Mute.
If only for a moment;

Which is more memorable,
That forgettable frozen tale
Nestled under the
Rule of the April sun,
Or afterwards stretching to
Peak beyond the
Mountainess plains of
Spurned Fate,
Where I can
Disembark from my
Carousel of
Baffled reminiscence
For more than eternity;

And if you don’t recall,
Like the way my
Memory bespeaks,
I beseech you to not
Besiege me with
Your hollow points of
Screeching laughter
Loathing
For reprisal--
To forget,
Find happiness
And start anew.

© February 03, 2002