Don't forget me, even when your
hands shake and fists clench
at your sides at the mention of
my name.
don't forget me, I hope you'll
remember the ghost of my smile
as I would always look at you.
I'll remember the way your
eyes lit up at the mention of
the vast wanderings of the world.
Even the stretched skylines weren't
as wide as your smile. I'll hold onto
glimpses of memories, like polaroids
of eternal clippings of affection.
Please, don't forget-me-not.
I certainly will always remember you.
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Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
