When the sun is not but a memory
when the moon has finally fell
remember me.
When the books under your bed give way to new stories
when your favorite shirt unravels into nothingness
remember me.
When the stars fall out of the sky
and land lifeless in the grass
remember me.
Remember me as I was, not as I am
don't let this suffering be in vain.
Because when the light of my eyes dim and my pulse goes limp
I need you to remember me.
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PoetryInjurious words and time can turn happiness into a distant memory. -© k.k. 2013-
