When you renounce me
I will have already refused you
I once looked with comfort onto your reassuring
face
Now I have turned entirely away from you
the face that gave me contentment
has abandoned me
like the withering flowers that smelled
of lilacs.
Slowly, as if no one remembers them,
they will die
as I will not remember you.
Like a lighthouse suddenly stops giving
warning flashes of danger to ships in
high seas,
I will no longer answer your loving call to me
as if I have been paralyzed by medicine or the
omen of a burning tree
My touch to you will relinquish all of my love
all of my love . . . if you have forgotten about me
. . . but . . . if you remember me
little by litttle,hour by hour, day by day
I will remember you.
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Julie Unruh
Julie Unruh grew up in Montezuma, Kansas. She is a human and animal rights activist living in Lawrence, Kansas
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