even if i won't ever admit it,
i want to be remembered.

i think that's why i give
mix tapes and mp3s
instead of picture frames
and flower bunches.

i'll give you something that lasts,
something that will restore
your youth with every lyric
and caress your memory
with every opening chord.

you'll forget the girls in the frames.
they're all just empty smiles
and red satin fading into the grey
of the photo album in your attic.

but you'll remember the girl
who taught you that listening
can be most intimate.
and whose breath
you can always taste
in each crescendo.