Remember us; forget- me- not,
my lips now, liked severed petals.
Blossoms grew with every smile
then, our kisses became the nettles.
Remember us; as glory stems
and nostalgia frames our past.
One sigh, in time, and bittersweet
as memories between are vast.
Remember us; forget- me –not,
and now blossoms another rose.
Yet, as my wounds linger to heal,
your half of our flower grows.