Forget Me Not
By Vassilissa Semouchkina
Though this room grows more silent,
As the years fly by,
I can still hear the sounds,
As melodic and clear as the first,
Of a single finger,
Tapping the boards of hollowed wood,
Oh; how did this come to be?
The darkness of that night,
Shrouding a careful design with the red,
That one spear may separate our existence,
And put an invisible bridge between us,
I miss you; fondest friend,
How you used to speak,
Your face alight with joy,
Asking for but a simple task,
Play For Me, My Dear Friend,
And oh how you smiled,
Eyes lighting up,
With the careful touches of dried oak,
But it will happen naught,
Nevermore to exist,
And yet,
Something still lurks within rotting planks,
The sound of silent music rings in my ears,
Captivating me to nestle back into the memories,
How can I not?
You hath lied to me,
I do not doubt,
But still I cannot give up this task,
I have sought you for eternities,
My soul cowering for attention,
But in these final moments,
I realize that I have never truly looked,
For you are standing right next to me,
My Dear Friend,
Never Forgotten,
With that bright smile still etched upon your face,
Now I finally see,
Even though we are upon the darkest hour,
I know that I was never alone,
No matter the number of miles that hath separated us,
And with this final and deep fall,
I can still hear something flowing in the background,
As melodic and quiet as the first day it was heard,
The music of a silent violin,
