Remember me
when you think of late nights and shy glances
dark hallways and primrose cheeks
and the empty space between fingertips and dead air.
Remember me
when you think of empty balconies and uncertain gestures
delicate ears and forced spotlights
and the silhouette of lips searching for words.
I hope you will remember the glistening eyes
and mahogany locks
and the tingle of the brush.
The whispered thoughts
and silence lost
and light beneath the palms.
I hope you remember the simple things
when you dream on lonely nights
and I will remember you
when I think of billowing leaves
and the regret of silence and time.