A Year From Now Poem by Iohannes Silvaticus
A Year From Now
A year from now we will not remember
What has conspired over the last year.
You will be a memory,
I will be just faded letters.
I will forget your taste,
You will have another’s kisses.
A year from now we will not remember
Our broken plans and unfulfilled promises.
We will forget the sweet nothings that transpired.
We will forget the clasped hands of almost lovers.
I was waiting when you left me here,
But the words have flown, the hearts asunder.
A year from now you will not remember.
A year from now I will not be here.
As unbearable, this, as reality can be. There is more truth here than many (most / myself) would sometimes wish to acknowledge. Awareness can be torture. It is no wonder really that we (people) frequently opt to ignore it. Powerful piece, really. I'll confess that I'm inclined not to stay here long enough that I might be inclined to consider any potential for relatability. I call myself an optomist, faithful, a believer - it I stay with this too long though, I just might conclude that I'm simply too chicken to consider the alternative. Well done and all too potent. Christine
Nice piece... I enjoyed reading it........Keep writing Cate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/5/2024 3:17:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A strong statement which leaves me wondering in thought. In some way, it seems, even though we don't remember, we carry a part of all those that have touched us and we them with us throughout this journey of life. Of some, we still have vivid memories, both nice and sometimes unpleasant, but of others we might not ever recall anything about them.