Suicide no. 25: Remember the Valentines
–by Derek Alan Wilkinson
Will you remember us forever? Crossing your heart, and hoping to die?
Would you, in all of your lovelorn infatuation, remember us all—for we are the forsaken. We are the Valentines.
Remember us as we hang from nooses, gunshot skulls splattering memories on the walls. Remember how we ate that whole bottle of pills, simply because we wanted something that was so much more than we could ever become. Remember us awestruck with beauty, and struck down by the bitter reality of life.
Remember us because we, or at least one of the two of us, were “in love.”
As you eat your stupid dinner, and place your meaningless jewelry, let us haunt you until your graves—for we were the lovelorn who never made it. We were the starved in need of that one kind of affection never to be had. We took our own lives, willingly, because we knew, deep down, that nothing in this world—not even life itself—could replace how we felt, and how far and deep into such we’d fallen.
When you buy your petty rings and necklaces, and your chocolates, and make your small efforts to show “that one” just how much you care—remember us, for we died on the fields of an endless, empty struggle: we died so that we’d never have to find out just how ugly the world could be without our beloved. We gave in to death before death became all that was our lives.
Remember that we perished in love’s eternal wake.
Remember that the trees all blossom in the spring, and that, as always, autumn will take its toll—its vengeance—upon us all.
And our lives—scorned loves and regrets—shall litter the earth like leaves in January, and that there is nothing to take their place but our endless supply of corpses:
For life, and thus, love, must always end the same—in death.
Inspired by the Daily Post’s Weekly Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/10/writing-challenge-valentine/