“What if you could wish me away?
What if you spoke those words today?
I wonder if you’d miss me.
When I’m gone.
It’s come to this, release me.”
If the opportunity arose, would I erase you?
What happens to the magic we once shared?
If I erase the pain, I also erase the smiles.
If I erased you, I would erase a part of me.
If I removed all memory of you, I would forget all about thinking of you every full moon. I am not willing to give up the years of being under the same moon, no matter where we were, worldwide, we always knew the moon was the one constant. The connection. You keep the big house. I am keeping the moon. When I see a blue moon I will be grateful for all you taught me.
I once shared my hopes, dreams, anecdotes and daily amusements with you. Today, I share them with sticky notes. I learned this from a group of school children in Philly. On a class trip the children were passing along their wishes to the universe by posting dreams to a wishing wall. Now I do the same. I was inspired by children and without knowing they taught me to depend on myself for acknowledgement. My sticky notes have replaced my need to share with you, they have not replaced the memory of the joy I felt in sharing. I would not erase that.
I would not erase you.
Editor Tanya L. Markul