Forget Me Not.

Forget me not,

but I know you will,

the spark of memory

you might retain

will be clouded in dust

and myth,

you will probably forget my name.


Forget me not,

though you will probably fail

to remember my face,

before the beard came along,

you will forget the kiss we shared,

the laughter too loud,

or the name of my favourite song.


Forget me not,

there on the fringe of your life,

wiped from the picture,

sideswiped from reminiscence,

a blur,

a fantasy of illusion,

forget me, you know it makes sense.

Ian D. Hall 2016