Shadowlight Impassioned
Anonymous…
Will you get to know me
When I’m gone
After endings evolve into
New beginnings
When questions cease to arise?
What is it about another’s presence
That so often dissuades inquiry?
What is it about knowing someone
Up to a point that signifies
Satisfies
Nullifies
And indemnifies against loss?
Is knowing someone
Dependent on personal experience
Or can a well-defined shadow
Un-seeable in the sometime harshness of light
Remain spirited beyond yesterday?
Might you someday scour the dim attic sanctum
Discover dusty boxes
Sealed up retrospect
Where passion’s shadowlight still ablaze
Has remained unread for so long?
Is there a chance you’ll get to know me
When I’m gone?
What if absence is but a convenience
Available to those seeking forgetfulness
Rather than closure?
Shadowlight ponders.
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So, writers need not worry. If our family does not read us in our lifetime, perhaps some future generation will be happy to peruse what we have written and get to know us better than anyone in this generation has.
Ron
when I'm gone?"
A love, probing question, full of longing and melancholy to the reality that you touch upon in the poem that no one takes notice when we are alive, could it possibly be that we will be discovered in an attic many years hence. This touches upon an idea I have thought about but never ventured to write about.