Poem Lest We Forget Novels & Stories

; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. After the poem, I went on to give a speech about the people I had once called my family. As I spoke, my mind was invaded with several memories of our time together. I could almost see, hear, touch and feel their presence as I went off track.

~Part two~ "Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute."~Edgar Allen Poe "He's immortal..." The words repeat over and over in my head. A daze of question's flooding my mind not giving me time to process any of them. A blinding amount of fury and confusion comes over me. I knew Levi would not answer my questions. He would be too stubborn.

But we weren’t alone anymore. We had each other. And we had something our enemies never expected— Loyalty. To the people. To each other. To the throne. And that would be their undoing. ---

"She's so bright, so amazing. It's okay to feel a little jealous.” "However, remember, you're Mrs. Ferguson." He shifted the conversation, his voice growing serious, "Remember to act properly. Let's pretend that the last few days were just a bad dream, okay? From now on, we'll live happily." Tania closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they were calm. She whispered, "Okay." She planned to forget everything about that place, including Samuel, once she left. Samuel let out a sigh of relief, loosened his grip, and gave her shoulder a pat, "Go get dressed. I've had some new jewelry sent up for you.”

"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing poti

"Oh, yeah! I would've forgotten if you hadn't called. I'll go now." Trevor grunted. "Hurry up, then. Don't drag it out." After I hung up, I gave Lydia an apologetic look. "Sorry, Mrs. Hayes. Evelyn asked me to feed her dog, but I forgot. How about we stop by her place first, then I'll take you home?" Lydia had practically watched Evelyn grow up, so she cared for her far more than she ever did for me. When she heard we were going to Evelyn's place, she agreed without a second thought.

As the water wrapped around her, she caught a glimpse of the shifting shadows of green herbs through the surface. Her memories instantly came rushing back to her. It was a quiet dusk just after the gunfire had stopped, and the herbs outside the medical station were in full bloom. A boy was holding up a makeshift bouquet stuffed inside an empty tin can, his face still smudged with soot from the blast. "You always say that deployment is too miserable and colorless," the boy said, his voice cheerful. "It doesn't matter if we don't have real flowers anymore. I'm going to plant a whole yard of herbs for you to look at."

But the message inside wasn't the comfort I had prayed for. I read the words over and over, my vision blurring. It was a single, cold instruction that felt like a death sentence to my spirit. "The trap is set, but the bait must stay still," the note read. "Wait for the right moment. Do not move. If you step into the light before I signal, we both die."

Eyes that had stopped expecting good things. Twenty years. The founding document's closing passage: *We build this for wolves we will never meet. We trust that what is true now will be true then. We trust that the territory will remember what it is designed to be even when the people in it forget. We build the record so that forgetting is never complete. So that there is always a thread leading back.* The territory remembered. Had always remembered. The obstruction had been placed on top of what the territory remembered and we had spent years removing it and now the removing was complete and what the territory had always remembered was present as the permanent surface.

“It’s over! You’re never going to see him again. He lives in the U.S and you’re now in London. For heavens sake you don’t even know his freaking name.” I could write a poem about why i needed to delete that one night event out of mind and recite it over and over in a desperate attempt to forget it all. But I barely had time for that so instead, I muttered the same old words over and over, reminding myself to forget it all. “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.” “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.”