Remember me for when the evening sun goes down, and I'll remember you, and all the good times that we had in this old town. I'll remember you- whether it was the good love we had- or the love that just gone bad.
Remember me for when the evening sun goes down, and I'll remember you, and all the places that we've been around, I'll remember you- when I go to our old favorite spot- I'll remember your beautiful face, in my old town.
but promise me this, for when our friendship sinks- that you'll remember me, wearing my favorite floral dress, my curly hair in a mess- sitting on a blanket in the grass, with your arms wrapped around my chest. Just you and I watching the sun set.
Remember me for when the evening sun goes down.
I wrote this when I was at a writer's workshop over the summer.