remember me by

remember me not

for the bad things I

did not do

but for all the roses I

scattered on your fair

.

remember me not

for the warts found on my skin

or the greying of my hair but

for my politeness that graces

your concerns

.

remember me not

by the odds that

weigh me down

that made you wise

for it won’t come again

.

our photos have bleached

the stains has blurred

but as I outstretch myself

way up high

I could only see love

.

and feel the mood

suspended on the clouds

and that is how you

should remember us by

the umbrella that we held tight..

.

.

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