Forget Me Not

Forget me not, but not because
There is a burning itch in your chest,
Nor for the tightness in your throat.

Forget me not, but not because
There is a lamp in your eyes
That turns on whenever I’m around.

Forget me not because,
When you sleep, my translucent
Form pulls the blanket up to
Your chin, and my lips kiss you
On your forehead. Goodbye.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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