It’s strange to be a stranger to you
Even though years have passed,
I hope you think of me
And how we made it last.

Your golden curls and goofy smile,
Burned inside my memory
School yard parks late at night,
The way you made me smile,
Oh so bright.

I wonder what you are doing now,
I hope you are happy and not alone.
I hope you found laughter
And a love that healed and was strongly grown.

Do you remember how we told each other everything,
How proud I was of the silly twisted bracelet ring?

Are you still Afraid if lady bugs,
The way they fly, they way they crawl?
Do you still give the world's warmest hugs,
Is Elmo is the best above all?

I grew up loving you,
So I beginning to accept that will never change,
But the fact that I don't know you any more,
will always be forever strange....

How silly is the little flower
to think that it has such a large impact
on anyone's life.
It's as if it says
"I know I am just a flower
and it's well past the hour
but you picked me from the rest
so I must be the best.
So when I leave,
don't forget me please."

But it's just a little flower
that was chosen for no other reason
than to bring a little bit of happiness.
Yet the flower still speaks,
"I don't understand what you understand
but I know that I am not anything grand.
But it was me that you chose.
You watered me with the hose
and I have grown to be old
but now everything I feel is cold."

Poor little flower,
how long have you been here?
Shivering and shriviling.
But bless your soul you still speak.
"I know some time has passed
since I saw you last.
But I remember your sad smile
and how you had to sit down for awhile.
Your thin white hair has become flat
and I no longer see you sit where you sat."

That small, old flower,
drooped one last time.
With one last sigh
the flower picker spoke.
"I'm sorry little flower
it is well past my hour
and you're as thin as my hair
that has become so brittle without care.
But don't you worry
he is coming in a hurry
and I will not forget you
if you will forget-me-not, too."

I am invisible.

I make everything around me invisible.

But you touch my hand,
And I become a faint silhouette.
Faint, but still I am something none the less.
I am tangible,
When you hold my hand.

But you don't hold my hand very often.
You forget to,
Because you forget me.

But I am surprised
That when you open your eyes,
You don't see your empire crumbling around you.

Because when I stood next to you,
I made your world invisible.
You couldn't see the wolves behind you,
Because I was beside you.

But now, your whole world suddenly burst into light.
And reflected off the teeth
Of the monsters at your heels.

I wonder if
Forget-me-nots
are flowers that
bloom in May

Like how we both began;
as little Summer flowers,
dancing 'neath the Sun--
screaming not to be forgotten

And yet you did--
inflicting pain
like acid rain;
so I too, shall do as you!

But I'm a terrible liar;
and to not feel so empty inside,
I'll heed the flowers and
forget-you-not~