FORGET ME NOT
ℑn quiet fields where blue blooms stay,
Your memory still finds its way.
The world keeps moving soft, unsure
Yet something in these petals cures
The spaces where your absence sits,
A lingering warmth that never quits.
I walk the paths we loved before,
And every breeze feels something more
A gentle echo of your name,
A spark that flickers just the same.
And though I stand outside your thought,
Love holds its place, forget me not
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