Forget-Me-Not

Forget-Me-Not

 

"Forget me not," I thought you said,

and your gaze was straight and true.

I wondered, by your garden's edge,

could I disremember you?

The light refracted at your heart:

a warmth that radiated through.

"No, I dare not let them fade:

those powdered hues of pink and blue."

 

"Forget me not," I hoped you said

as the summer bleached to white:

it was the hope that startled me,

like a swallow, into flight.

"Forget me not": I know it's true,

little flower of grace and light.

The time must come, whate'er I do

when I remember in the night.

 

"Forget me not," I know you said,

and I was aching with the need

to cry that I could not forget -

so deeply planted was the seed

that it would germinate in drought

or in soil too choked by weeds

for any other plant. "Forget

me not," you said - and I agreed.

 

Lyric by Giles Watson, 2013.

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