I will not forget you,
not yesterday or tomorrow --
not even when birds rejoice in song
or the sun sets upon the ocean shore.
I’ll wait for the rain to cleanse my woes
and bathe the earth with tears of love;
let love soak deeper into this desperate soil
beneath the budding leaves of grass,
and I'll watch 'em grow taller, stronger, lovelier...
I will never forget you,
not in this moment or the last
nor in the next or the next after that.
© 2012 Helena Malheur