Remember?

Do you remember?

Remember when the cotton candy sky

was invaded by an army of gray cirrus

and we were stuck underneath the flickering lamp post with one umbrella?

Don’t you remember?

The loud drums of heaven’s symphony crashing through the atmosphere

and the light show of single lightning rods filling up the dim sky?

We were scared. You were scared. 

Can’t you remember?

As tears started to trickle down your face,

 nature itself became synchronous with you?

I tried my best to protect you underneath that one stupid umbrella.

Can you remember?

The moments I held you in my arms as the rain seeped into our clothes

and it was nearly impossible to stay dry?

I felt your heart beat faster, as did mine that night.

Cause I remember. 

You wanted to go home, but the rain was too hard. 

You ran away from protection and out into the glistening concrete of the road. 

You didn’t see the headlights speeding at 60 miles per hour in the rain. 

How can you remember?

Fate is an evil creature preying on the innocent.

I guess it wanted you to feel the rain through 12 feet of soil in the ground. 

I’m probably not even the last thing you remember.

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Warning: 

Reading at a first glance, one might think this piece is about losing a loved one to fate as the narrator reminisces about the night their loved one died due to a car crash. As any poem is read, there are always going to be different meanings that are formulated by the audience. Perhaps this was written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe for an assignment, or perhaps the author did write this piece for a dead loved one, or maybe the writer just made this for the heck of it. Now, I have a question for you, the reader. Do you have any special memories from your childhood? Any moments that just stuck with you as you grew older? Remember? I bet those were the times, filled with innocence and wonder. Both of those things are gone now, because you. Grew. Up. Now read the poem again.