Ne m'oublie pas

While I still breathe, I write to save my life
in compact form; mistakes, the lessons learned,
triumphant days and nights of needless strife
brought on by willful dreams and bridges burned.
One day too soon, a final page will turn,
the book will close. My fine and fragile chain
to life will break.  A loneliness unearned
will mark your passing days in ink of pain.  
Then if you wish to hear my voice again
one silent morning when you wake alone,
I leave you songs and poems.  Each refrain
will resurrect the soul you've always known.
So when my fated moment shall arrive,
my words are here; come read me back alive.

Reviews

[.]

-- i don't have words to express how overwhelming this song and thought of yours is, Monsieur Jewel... -- i think your songs and poems are life...

[Joel M Frye]

Glad I am that you're still here to read what this tomato-brained child writes, mlle. serah.

[.]

-- hahahaha... -- you're a rocket poet and a rocket human, Maestro Jewel... -- i would never be able to leave your universe of verse... -- it's addictive... :p