This is one of my favorite poems by Christina Rossetti. To me it is a poem about death. But not just the ultimate death we all face, but also the mini deaths we die each day. For as we live, we die. Some days we live more than others. And some days, we die more than others. It is the cycle of this overall thing we call life. It is the yin and the yang. The holding on and the letting go. The joy and the pain. We are all of it and none of it at the same time.
Not sure where I'm going with this tonight. My fingers are typing faster than my brain can think of what I'm writing. Anyhow, enjoy the poem.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day.
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.