Forget Me

Forget me in the cold hard world

Forget me in the deep blue night

Forget me in the morning light

Forget me in the midst of life

Forget me when you dream of me

And when you think of me,

Forget me a thousand times over.

But then you remember, and I know

Because I feel it.


© Anna De-Snyder 2015

6 thoughts on “Forget Me

  1. johncoyote says:

    Dear Anna, to be forgotten. A heavy pain to be learn. A poem for you.
    “I dial your number on the pay phone and
    I stopped at the last number.
    I knew, already.
    My dearest love had forgotten me.
    I was a last year wish,
    a old memory, now.
    I told the night.
    Damn love, damn my wounded heart.”

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  2. Tokoni O. Uti says:

    Wow. Deep. How would you ‘feel’ it?


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