Forget Me Not

Longing, a warm sharp tug
Plucking at my gut.
Missing times gone before.
I lie here awake,
Dreaming of what used to be.

My friend, my lover,
A most significant other,
O how I wish
You would keep that name,
Keep that light aflame.

A well known stranger,
What you’ve now become.
Changes irreversible;
From bad seeds sown,
An ugly weed is grown.

Forget me not, my dear,
I lie on the brink of sleep,
I think on our debris,
And cannot rest for fear…
Darling, forget me not.

© Guifré Bantjes-Ràfols, 2015

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