Consider it forgiven.
Consider me hurt…
but
Considering what I’ve lost,
I consider regaining worse.
Consider it far off…
faded –
like I do.
Consider the red ink lost,
Drowned out in the blue.
Consider the words we’ve said –
Consider them yesterday’s.
Consider the ambiguities
vanquished
To the games they’ve played.
Consider the options now…
Each one I consider bleak.
Consider the words used up
And there are no more to speak.
Consider this your decision,
Just like all the rest –
The beginning and the ending,
The worst and best.
Consider this band’s reunion,
Nothing but much contrived.
None of the chords are blending,
All of the phrases tried.
Consider this my last poem,
To the brother that I love still,
In a way that a sister does,
In a way that she always will.
Consider this my one prayer –
That your soul would be set on fire.
Consider yourself as nothing
But a holy consuming desire.
Consider these my last words.
Consider this my last try
To clarify this mess.
Consider this my goodbye.
Consider me moved on,
Consider me happy at last.
Consider us over.
Consider us in the past.