Let me not forget you,

for in you I am tied to this place

and will be remembered by at least one

who liked me for what I am.

Let me not build a furnace

in which your memory becomes ash

and simply allows Time to erase line by line

the meaning in your measure and your affection.

Let me not become a piece of fashion

discarded by you, thrown into the back of drawer,

placed uncaringly into the hands of another

and loved less than you believe I deserved to be.

Let me not ever be taken, let me not,

let me not be forsaken, let me not,

let me just not be

for without you, I am not here, I am not wanted.

Ian D. Hall 2015