Poem Lest We Forget Novels & Stories

Hence, the next day, I ticked the final day off the calendar even before sunrise. Before I left—without ever looking back, I sent Duke one final text, before blocking his number. From now on, this pack where I didn't belong wouldn't ever see me or my personal effects again.

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

As the fire between us flared, burning everything, hearts, souls… I was thinking about only one thing, with bitterness and sadness. It’s not too late. He’ll forget. Sooner or later, he’ll forget me. He has to. And I… I’ll remember forever.

His voice was softer when he began, tracing each syllable with the care of someone building a bridge. “‘If I should die, think only of me,’” he said, pausing after each word to taste it. “‘That there’s some corner of a foreign field that is forever…’” “England,” I finished quietly, the old line finding its way back to me. “It’s a poem about memory. About belonging somewhere, even when you’re gone.” Liam looked at me with that sudden seriousness that children sometimes have, the kind that seems borrowed from another lifetime. “Would people remember me too?”

One unspoken, but etched in their hearts: No more forgetting. No more running. Only choosing. Again and again. Together.

I don’t either. “Take it from them,” I say, my voice gaining a shred of strength. “From everyone else. Clean their slates. Let them forget. But… leave it with us.” The silence that follows is absolute. The Harvester is still. Processing. “Let us remember,” Arthur says, his voice low, understanding my madness instantly, joining me in it. “The two of us. Only us.”

At this moment, Levi faced the master of the fairy market almost crazily, but his face was calm: “Master, you call yourself to the River of Forgetfulness.” “The River of Forgetfulness!” The master of the fairy market’s eyes turned red with anger, “Memories of a million years ago, and memories of a million years today, all related to my master I don’t want to forget even a little! I’ve waited so long, hoped for so long, but you ruined it all... Those like you will never understand... Levi! Without you... without you!” He screamed madly, as if burning all his essence, only knowing to risk his life in battle.

He loves our son and he better do what I say. Ellaine sat right next to me and scanned the area. The calming voice of Jose Marie Chan echoed along the halls which made this building much wonderful. During Christmas season, Chan’s songs became the voices of the people and the music of the country which somehow, I miss. I looked up and stared at the moonshaped chandelier that defines elegance. Beside the moon was three little stars that twinkle like what I usually saw at night. I sighed and closed my eyes. If that incident didn’t happen and if I was not coward to face the problem, maybe I can compare my family to the stars I see now.

They forget that lullabies are for putting people to sleep. I don’t sleep. I don’t forget. And I know exactly how to make a house remember it can burn.

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and