The note left by the landlord said not to forget about her on the 25th.
The rent is late but I can’t forget my first apartment.
The sanctuary I created to combat the stillness, the fear of being alone.
It’s only Tuesday and I can’t forget why I chose to wake from the slumber of happily ever after.
I remember the corner of Priest and Elliot where the
River rock decorates the sewage drain.
I remember piecing together broken fragments, like glass,
As my heart let loose its final grip on the past.
I remember watching the parts of my dream fade as she wiped her nose
With an old, worn, yellow bandana.
I remember reading books stacked to the ceiling searching for truth
To find it always remained locked in a box, I lost the attic.
I remember pacing through fresh smelling carpets and unmarked walls.
Screaming at the void; hoping for an answer back to this riddle called existence.
I remember, dreaming of Cinderella at twenty-six years old
Only to find she never left the confines of her servitude at thirty-one.
I remember the spot beneath the pine tree
Just two feet from the river rock on the corner of Priest and Elliot.
I remembered there are three types of death; one for the body,
One for the soul and one for the heart and I chose.
I remember, rocking, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees.
Feeling my heart shudder its last beat, I waited.
Its only Tuesday and I remember,
The rent is due and I am still here.
-as seen published in Stars In Our Hearts by Rochelle Foulk