forget-me-not. again.

I went through my old poems earlier and suddenly saw one titled, “forget-me-not”. It reminded me how much I used to love that phrase. Then I went on YouTube, trying to find a song. Maybe, someone, somewhere, has the same thought that I have.

The answer is yes.


“Forget Me Not”
Lucie Silvas

Forget me not, I ask of you
Wherever your life takes you to
And if we never meet again
Think of me every now and then

We had just one day to recall
Now all I want is something more
Than just a fading memory
Left wondering what could have been.

Isn’t it a shame, that when timing’s all wrong
You’re doing what you never meant to,
There’s always something that prevents you.
Well I believe in fate, it had to happen this way
But it always leaves me wondering whether…
In another life we’d be together.
We should feel lucky we can say… we’ve always got yesterday

And as I leave it all behind
You’re still emblazoned in my mind
And for that very special day
Nobody loved me in that way

Forget me not, I ask of you
Wherever your life takes you to
And if we never meet again
Think of me every now and then


My poem: https://marcellapurnama.wordpress.com/2010/03/24/forget-me-not/

Forget-me-not

Two weeks to seventeen
In her evening gown, the girl dresses
the girl looks at her stunning self
No, not in the mirror
the girl sees herself in the coffin
Lifeless.

The girl beholds her mother weeps
and blank stares come from her father
but
what else more can be done?
Out of her body, yes she is
To contact the living,
No,
she can’t

The girl sees her lover comes
with seventeen red roses, pretty, she thinks
kisses her forehead, as he used to do
“I love you forever,” the boy whispers
and inside the coffin the roses be

The pastor comes and done is done
The only child, yes, the girl is
and through the cries, weeps, tears and moans
The girl murmurs, “forget-me-not”

Then Death comes and asks her hand
“No,” she says, “I’m not done yet”
Death nods but says no words
“forget-me-not, I want them to do”
and Death is gone,
is found no more

Two weeks to seventeen the girl still is
Now to the graveyard, her lover goes
seventeen yellow roses, sweet, thinks the girl
“It’s your seventeenth birthday, so happy birthday”
He kisses the tombstone, and a tear falls down
“forget-me-not”
the girl wants to say

It’s spring, then summer, autumn and winter
Yet two weeks to seventeen, is all the girl can be
First year of remembrance, now it is
and at her grave, there they stand
her loving parents with their new-born baby
“forget-me-not”
the girl wishes

Three years past, oh how time runs
but two weeks to seventeen the girl will still be
The little angel grows up – oh lovely, she is
lullabies and good-night kisses now hum in the air
no more seeing photo albums and videos,
No,
it was all gone
“forget-me-not”
the girl will cry

The boy is broken, crushed,
then moves on
chats with other girls, opens heart once more
the picture of the girl in his wallet, now it’s gone
It’s been five years, but what’s the point?
“I love you forever,” the boy has said
but forever is over, the girl will say

Two weeks to seventeen, the girl cries
she watches her 12 years old sister, ah, teenagers
To the graveyard, her family goes
“You have a big sister,” her parents then say
but the sister says, no, none sister of hers
“forget-me-not…”
the girl weeps

The man wears his white tuxedo, handsome as ever
tying the knot, making promises
“Objection!”
the girl cries out
but as he kisses his bride and takes her hand
the girl stares blankly – he used to kiss me
“forget-me-not”
forgotten all the way

Back to her graveyard, the girl goes
“forget-me-not, please don’t forget me”
“forget-me-not, please, remember me”
“forget-me-not, please, forget-me-not…”

In her remembrance, the girl is still there
and two weeks to seventeen, the girl still is
A man comes, seventeen red roses in hand
“It’s your birthday, so happy birthday”
and with that he kisses the tombstone, lovely as ever
“forget-me-not”
he does not forget

A couple comes and cleans her grave
and with their 16-years-old daughter, there they stand
“We love you forever, forever isn’t over”
as her family cries but forces a smile
“forget-me-not”
they do not forget

Now Death comes and asks her hand
The girl smiles and her hand she gives
“No more forget-me-nots, I am letting go
For they remember me, but life must goes on”
Two weeks to seventeen, ah, the girl still is
In companion of Death, she now will be

Marcella Purnama
12/03/2010

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