I don't want to be
The name on your blocked list and
Neither do I want to be a
Forgotten contact.

I don’t want to be
A phase in your life, or your
Flavor of the month.

I don’t want to be
The forgotten smudge of a handprint
On your window pane.

I want to be the
Dried lavenders you keep between
The pages of an
Old romantic classic, and
I want to be the beautiful handwritten
Letters that you keep under your
Pillow, holding them close
To your heart at night.
I want to be the
Pearls from a broken necklace
You’ve been treasuring
For ages, your wristwatch that
You always wear on your
Right hand.

I want to be the
Sweatshirt that carries your
Fragrance and be an old blanket
That keeps you warm on
A cold winter night.

I want to be the
Reason behind your smiles, and
I want to be your muse, be
Someone who you think about on
Your lonely nights.

I want to be the girl in
Your story, which you will
Very fondly tell your children
Before their bedtime,
Under the starry night sky,
A light smile playing on your lips
While doing so.