At one point in future,
Even if I treasure our “now”,
I will forget about us,
What we did and talked about.
I don’t keep a journal of today,
And I don’t take a lot of pictures,
My memory has always been faulty,
But I don’t want to forget you.
I want to remember how we are,
What we love and hate,
The things we shared,
And the feelings we felt.
I treasure you and our time,
And no matter how much I forget,
Please remind me and tell me our stories,
What happened and who I was.
Please remember me,
Even when the day comes,
When I forget us, and I forget me,
Please remind me of the me you knew.