Part IV · Memory
Memento Mori
i took a walk through the park
& saw the bustling in life.
i walked the sidewalk for hours
& contemplated every single thing
i have done
& will do.
if i walked home.
i wondered if my memories
would replay like moments
in another part of my life.
i thought of my mother & father.
worried what they might think.
if they would be proud
or ashamed
when i finally
stood up to
myself.
& i saw a rose.
a beetle
lying in its petals.
beautiful.
covered in thorns.
grief.
abundant at the seams.
& in the rose i saw
the inevitability of life,
so i remembered
i have to die.