Tell me the story of my past
before you become
nothing more
than a memory.
Tell me the story of why
we had crossed land and sea
to start a new life when the one
you really loved was left behind.
Tell me story of what
was lost and loved and longed for
before you imagined a future
where you found and loved and gained
everything you now have.
Tell me the story of when
you’d had enough and yet kept trying
despite having already paid your
dues to the world and to a life that
should’ve been easier.
Tell me the story of who
you wanted to be, and who you are
now, and how regardless of how different
they are, you are proud nonetheless.
Tell me the story of where
you think you’ll be, so that I’ll
be able to reach out to you
and talk with you a little longer,
feeling as though my time with you
has never been enough.
Tell me the story of our past
so that you’ll be, always with me,
so much more than just a memory.
KPH
