remember me,
when i've long forgotten the way I dot my i's and cross my t's,
remember me when i've forgotten the things i've done in my young teens.
remember me when i've forgotten the meaning of true happiness,
or the colors of the sky when the sun sets,
remember me and the way my lips felt
that cold stormy night.
remember me when i've forgotten where i've left all my poems,
scattered in invisible ink,
on my bleak yellow walls.
remember me as I was,
not as I am.
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