If You Should
And if you should forget me I’ll be the whispering wind
calling to you from across the sea caressing fragrant skin
And if that fails my darling I’ll take swift hastened flight
and be the star struck Thrush crooning long into the night
And if you see my face when you look at the waxing moon
does a vague memory come of our love, lost all too soon
And if you mourn for the rose bloom fading in dying light
does your heart tremble, remembering that ill fated night
And if you should recall anything at all, these lips you once kissed
know they now are bitter cold and turned to stone
in the daunting gray mist…
as they ache among the ashes of your remembrance.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Inspired by the great prompt at Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie of “If You Forget Me” by Pablo Neruda.