Forget-Me-Not

Emma Burlingame

Voidance | Jasmine James | Photography

Oh, darling, with your heart of cinders
— forgiveness is an afterthought.
Honey, shall we see what lingers?
Even if this is all for naught —
Please, my love, forget-me-not.

Dearest one, we were but sinners—
Memories of you make me distraught.
Days without you are lonely winters
— here now, see what you’ve wrought.
Please, my love, forget-me-not.

My angel, have you watched me wither?
Our ties that bind have been stretched taut
—with your distance my heart grows bitter.
Years from now when I’ve begun to rot—
Please, my love, forget-me-not.