think of me. a poem.

Niave corinna 2

If I ever see you
Will you look away?
If I ever see you
Will I remember it true?

Will I ever see you?
Will I hug you?
Or hit you?

My arms, will they lie?
My face, will it mask?
The pain of you
The thought of you
The everywhere of you.

The joy of finding you
It was a lie
You were more polished
The falseness was I

I owned it and nurtured it
and hoped it would grow
The seeds of great love
Such things I did not know

The person inside could
never come through
Your purpose unseen
with motives untrue

You spoke to me clear
I heard what I wanted
A husband to love
and now I am haunted

I smoothed all your shapes
To better hold tight
To keep love alive
To stay in close sight

A husband to keep
A love that could light
The fire white hot
With embers burnt bright

You chose not the path
That would make it all right
You let me fall through
To darkness of night

Think of me
When you think of truth
Think of me
When you think it’s fair
Think of me
When you see an injustice
Think of me
And know, I’ve been there

Think of me
When you see children
Lonely and lost
With nowhere to go
Think of me
When you give them your hand
To help them and teach them
To show them, to grow

And think of me
And know you’ve been loved.

— Sabine Fourneaux, CK

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