FORGET ME

 

Forget Me

Don't remember me when 

you walk down the aisle.

I don’t want you to choose 

the memories of me

I remember our kiss but 

don’t keep them on your lips.

I remember your smell but 

we should let them go. 

It looks interesting to 

always have you here; 

in body, in soul and moments.

To continually wish for the 

first day our lips met, 

but don’t choose the 

memories of me, 

it would be so unfair.

You shouldn’t scream my 

name when you lay with 

her on the bed. 

To be fair, even I would be upset, 

don’t choose memories 

of me else you’d start to compare. 

Frankly, I am not over you.

When you whispered in 

my ears, my body felt you.

You shouldn’t be near. 

I saw the way your smiled 

appeared when you 

saw me coming there. 

Don’t break her, promise me. 

Don’t think of me when you 

do the touching.

Don’t speak of me when 

you remember our memories.

Don’t choose what 

we had over what you 

are supposed to start. 

Promise me again that 

you won’t name your 

children the names we had.

That you wouldn’t crack 

our inside jokes with her.

That you won’t see my face in hers. 

You won’t hear my voice 

in hers, promise me.

Promise me today would 

be the last. You would no 

longer go by the place 

we first held hands. 

Our memories you shouldn’t 

disregard by making them

scars in another person’s heart.

It’s not her fault that we are 

now where we are. 

Give me your vows; promise 

you’d love her with 

your heart and everything in there.

That you would set loose 

my memories and love 

her very fairly. 

Assure me she won’t regret this.

Kiss her with the lips but 

not with the taste of me. 

Hold her with the grip but 

not the thoughts of me.

Love her every piece but 

not in reflection of me.

Let her be the one she is.

Everything except me. 

Promise me.