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