I don't want to be forgotten.

Not another scrap of paper,

Once a treasured note,

Thrown away.

I don't want to be loved,

To cause pain to loved ones

Once I'm gone.

It's nice to know that you wait

But do I really want you to?

Do I really want you

To have to life with the pain

Of remembering?

Of grieving?

You say that you want to remember

Because with pain

Comes joy.

With sorrow

Comes happiness.

So go ahead.

Remember me.

And I'll remember you.