Keep me to yourself like a secret,
As silence keeps forgotten songs.
Hold me in your heart for nothing,
Like blades of grass hold dewdrops.
Arrange the colors I throw at you,
In the neat outlines of your days.
Surely keep all the scribbles I write,
In a memory jar made of glass.

Years from now when we’re strangers,
And life’s lacklustre lay bare at your feet-
Visit me in thought and say a few words,
For I would be spent and all but lost.
But as long as you think fondly of me,
I’ll yet again be found exactly—
As you’d left me in your memories.

And these are for you — from me,
To remember…