but if you can still remember stop and think of me . . .Think of all the things we've shared and seen don't think about the way things might have been. Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do there will never be a day, when I won't think of you my dear . . .
You : Long ago, it seems so long ago. How young and innocent we were. She may not remember me, but I remember her... :)
Me : Flowers fades,The fruits of summer fade. They have their seasons, so do we but please promise me, that sometimes you will think of me!
"A special created poem for you My Inspiration "