Forgotten...

The leaves float by
past the railroad tracks on the Willamette
the ship yard slowly creeks to life
the bluff blows silently
whispering;
forgotten.

The bench beside me is empty
just me and myself alone
the tears that flow down my cheeks burn like fire
dropping like bombs on the ground below
the trees rustle in the wind
whispering;
forgotten.

my hand is cold
craving the touch of you
the ring on my finger no longer gives me comfort
the knowing you will be here
the knowing you are mine
the knowing there is nothing to worry about...
now there is nothing
no one
just my self
alone...
the air touches my tears
whispering;
forgotten.

I am a broken
crumpled body on this bench
the Willamette flows by
my tears flow with it
all my love
all my strength
all my everything
flows from my eyes
onto the wood
I am nothing
I am alone
I am
forgotten.