But I Choose to Remember
Some people may choose to forget
Because memory causes pain.
But I chose to remember,
Even though I cry like the rain.
I choose to remember that smile of yours
Even though it makes me cry.
I remember your laugh
But it makes me ache inside.
I remember the way you strummed your guitar
And how it made me dance with joy.
But I don’t dance when I remember.
Instead my body shakes with sobs untold.
Why do I choose this road of memory,
When memory is suffering
And forgetfulness is bliss?
I can’t explain a pain worth enduring
Yet I chose to remember and not forget.
Days come and days go by.
People ask how the brother did die
And I tell them the how, but not the why?
I remember. I did not forget.
His story lives on. I choose to share.
I will not forget.
But lest you think it easy
For me to tell his story once more.
Remember, I chose to remember
And not forget.
And memory hurts.