Remember Me
Upwards the ladder creaks,
quick steps raise attic dust.
Drop to knee and open chest,
scattered inside is only rust.
Hurry to hallway into a room,
swiftly slam open closet door.
Clothes flung and rips down shelf,
still no clue even under the floor.
Sprint to the space set for family,
pictures bordered in past joys.
Study faces and framed places,
cherished trinkets and little toys.
This dwelling will give no more,
searched darkness and the light.
His agony bends him to his knees,
ignorance lashes his mind for spite.
He's found no evidence in the debris,
a small, crying whisper, “I can't remember me.”
EaS
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