THE LAST RIDE HOME

(The Motorcycle Accident that killed Kim Hubert, by Robert Margetts..Acrylic paint on canvas)

To my friend—

for I cannot speak,

my words are written

through another man.

 

I am sorry—

sorry it ended this way,

sorry for the pain I caused

through my foolish act.

I took another life,

not in self‑defense,

and I took a little of you with me.

 

Forgive me,

but do not forget me,

for I shall never forget you.

And when you are older,

take pity on a young fool.

Learn from my mistakes.

Never again will I touch,

never again will I cry,

never again will I dream

or savor the feel of water upon my lips.

But remember this:

I walk near you at all times,

and when you cry for me,

my memories grow stronger.

Remember me.

Please— remember me.

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WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS POEM?

This poem is about remorse, memory, and the fragile thread that connects the living to those who are gone. It’s a letter of apology, a plea for forgiveness, and a reminder that even those who make terrible mistakes still long to be remembered with compassion.

A Mi Amigo

A mi amigo, pues no puedo hablar; mis palabras se escriben a través de otro hombre.

Lo siento, lo siento por haber terminado así, lo siento por el dolor que causé con mi acto insensato.

Tomé otra vida, no en defensa propia, y también me llevé una parte de ti.

Perdóname, pero no me olvides, pues yo jamás te olvidaré.

Y cuando seas mayor, ten piedad de un joven necio.

Aprende de mis errores. Nunca más tocaré, nunca más lloraré, nunca más soñaré ni saborearé el agua sobre mis labios.

Pero recuerda esto: camino cerca de ti en todo momento, y cuando llores por mí, mis recuerdos se harán más fuertes.

Recuérdame. Por favor… recuérdame.

FORGOTTEN TIMES



FORGOTTEN TIMES

Texas Bull
carved from pine and painted with acrylics.

When you no longer have feelings,

and you slow‑dance alone—

your hands on your own shoulders,

your cheek pressed to nothing at all.

And time canters by

without mercy,

as the last unicorn fades

into the future,

carrying with him a maiden

meant for someone else.

When you no longer need

to be touched,

because you’ve forgotten

what warmth feels like,

and Romeo’s unspoken words

no longer stir

even the smallest tremor in your chest—

when loneliness slips

beneath your covers

like a familiar ghost,

wrapping his cold arms

around your ribs

as if he’s

the only one who ever truly stayed.

When your tears

fall into the dim light

of twilight memories,

and your hands—

those trembling hands—

no longer reach out

because no one ever reached back…

stop.

Take one moment.

One fragile, breaking moment.

And embrace the loved ones

you left behind—

before they, too,

become memories

you can only touch in the dark.

WHAT DOES THIS POEM MEAN?

Beneath the imagery of fading unicorns, ghost‑loneliness, and forgotten warmth, the poem is really about emotional numbness, isolation, and the danger of letting yourself drift so far inward that you lose the people who still care about you.

TO ALL THE PEOPLE

TO THE PEOPLE

The Dotted Beatles

acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

To all the lonely people

walking one in a crowd

passing strangers in the snow

keeping an eye to the ground.

To all these lonely people

who live on memories

and the dreams that they sail upon

pass late into the night

and the loved ones that they made

echo memories from new touches

To the people who chose to forget

the laughter and cries

the smiles and frowns

the warmth and fears

To the lonely people

who fell in love with a poet

that danced on words

and sculpted songs with his heart

To all these people

self-pity walks with you.