If memory be kind,
may it refuse to serve
me well when the revenant
of injustices committed
in the pall of cowardice
comes to call.
If memory be savage,
may it serve me spoonfuls of regret
with rancid revelation
I have been tricked by fear
into betraying my own heart.
If memory be demented,
may it fancy colorful ball gowns
on starlit nights
with soft kisses
landed upon my cheek and hand
by adoring acolytes.
If memory be just and clear
then I shall know for certain,
I am no longer here.

 


Photo credit: Michal Lomza