Surviving Heartbreak

A Wish To Be Remembered

If there's one thing I truly wish
from this heartbreak, it's this:
don't forget about me.
Not in a way that says
never move on—
please do,
so I know I haven't broken you.
Even if I'm a stepping stone,
I'm glad to play that part,
if it leads you closer to happiness.

Just promise me you won't forget
the little things that made me,
how I loved cows,
how the dark scared me,
how I can't stand
the smell of cigarettes on my skin,
or how driving alone in the rain
fills me with unease.

I would hate to find myself forgotten,
unless forgetting is what you need
to let go.
Even then, I wish you wouldn't.
I want to have meant something,
to be a memory etched in your heart,
to linger in your thoughts
like the laughter we shared,
the movies watched on our couch,
snuggled close,
the night we got ice cream
when I was feeling sick,
you coaxing me out of the house,
the bench where we sat,
talking about life
and how we wished it would unfold.

I don't want to think for a second
that I am forgettable—
not to you, not to him.
So remember me,
remember all those little moments,
the quiet joys that wove us together,
the essence of who I am,
so that even if we part,
I'll remain a cherished piece
of your story,
not a forgotten page.

—MistakenGenius