You take the pine dining suite;

the chairs are rickety, almost gone.

They are nearly as old as our love.

We bought them the year our first child was born.

I shall compensate myself with the sofa from the lounge –

the one we bought twelve years ago,

that time the roof fell in, destroying much of what we owned.

The sky itself has long since fallen now.

The future tense we shared was cloud that blew away.

You always loved the Hostess Trolley – you take that.

You’ll want to play hostess again, I’m sure.

Just promise me you’ll glance occasionally at an empty dinner party chair

and remember the joy years.

With your permission,

I’ll take the Welsh slate clock –

the one we bought at the foot of Snowden,

that spring we spent Saint David’s day

walking hand in hand amongst wild daffodils,

dreaming of a future

that now we shall not consummate.

I’d like to keep the big pine bed –

the one we bought the year you ceased to sleep with me.

I can lose myself in its empty acres,

now I have finally learned to sail the sea of dreams without you.

Will you take charge of the photographs?

freeze dried recollections in pre-planned poses,

rubbing shoulders

with laughing eyes,

snatched in fading monochrome

from the jaws of forgetfulness.

Let me borrow them to scan some time.

I regret now that’s all I ever did when we shared them.

And tell me,

Do you require visiting rights over my promises?

Will you collect them on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons

and take them to the park to let them play a while?

As they grapple with the climbing frames of human limitation,

don’t let them see you weep.

We must always protect them from the knowledge

that they will never grow to maturity.

Who will take custody of our memories?

Will you seek a court order

that I should give them up to you?

Will strong armed henchmen drag them screaming from my arms

to your waiting vehicle

that you may spirit them away to somewhere they will forget me,

while you pretend I never fathered them?

Or shall we split them amicably,

like pension plans,

accumulating annuities,

that pay dividends in the currency of old age recollection?

And when our brittle bones sit musing by the fire light

in our respective solitary rocking chairs,

each of us from silent meditation

will occasionally be roused,

by the crackle of the burning coals

that reminiscence heaps upon our folly.

For if not now,

well, then at last,

we shall be old enough

and wise enough

to understand.

  1. This poetry touches my heart and makes me remember more about some things that are valuable to me. His words are sweet and appealing to all the readers, and makes me want to read more.

  2. As I am reading this poem, it feels like this was just written yesterday.The memories are still fresh and lingers that it want the attention one last time before letting them go.Everything that were once built,fall apart but parted ways gracefully.This poem is heartbreaking but still refreshing.

  3. It is very interesting to read a poetry like this. It reminds me to appreciate the things that I had shared with someone before. What is important are the memories that still touch your heart. Even if it’s good memory or bad. We know, memories will never fade away even if a person is already out in your life. Thank you Mr. Forester for sharing your poetry. It serves as inspiration to us especially the message of the poem. Never remove the things that have a sentimental value in your life.

  4. Nhel Pauline De Castro

    People will eventually leave but their memories will last on everything they have touched with their distinct persona. It will give nostalgia and erratic bittersweet smiles. They may have said goodbyes but their marks are still around giving us so much to miss and to recall about them. But in time, we learned to just accept that these were all fate that everyone will experience in their life.

    The poem gave me so much to feel about missing someone but not actually wishing that they’ll be still around. Sometimes God will just let these people to temporarily be in our lives to show us a glimpse of happiness and a bunch of life lessons. My deepest appreciation to the author for creatively turning a melancholy to an enticing poem. 🙂

  5. Parting always leaves bittersweet memories
    Which remain ever so etched deep within.

    It is not the material things that matter – all these will soon wither
    But the ugly scars – the pain, the hurt and the loneliness parting brings matter most!

    Instead, much effort must dwell more on keeping the relation instead of ending it
    It only takes a while to break a marriage but to keep it takes a lifetime!

    But when decisions are made and parting becomes inevitable…
    Mindset must then be on leaving the not so good memories behind
    charging them to experience as learning for the future
    The good ones which are worth keeping can then shape the present and beyond

    Moving on must then, follow…
    But this is always better said than done!

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