Thursday, May 21, 2009

remember

Remember me when i've flown away,
off to the farthest place of the farthest land,
where you can no longer touch me sweet,
or no longer hold my hand.

Promise to remember me,
in times of beauty dared,
fallen deep into the chasm of forgotten plans,
that you and i once shared.

If days apart should carry their weight,
and begin to tear at your heart,
then let me go, my dear, my love,
into a future i have yet to start.

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