If you forget me I’d ask,
What did I mean to you?
If you forget me, I’d ask you
When did you know you did?
It was all about acceptance
The little things that endeared me to you
Your endless compassion,
You said you cared for me
Wanted me to be there for you
But I feel abandoned.
Maybe in the recesses of your memory
In the place where I sit gently on your mind
You recall the boy who sat with the girl
Sailing over the city
Holding hands, wishing as one
How could you forget that?
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/09/09/sunday-writing-prompt-pablo-neruda-if-you-forget-me/
Poignant I especially love the idea of when did you know you forgot me as if someone could recall the precise moment something ceased being a part of their life
Thanks Yves, its an interesting question isn’t it?
I think so!