I remember when
we lived again
and on the green grass laughing,
we talked of love,
with you above -
singing words about your healing.

And I remember you
with eyes that knew
entirely what I was feeling.
With roses on your lips
and fingertips
that could always trace your meaning.

So please remember me,
eternally,
as the boy with white blood dripping,
like water, down his legs,
who'd drain his dregs
and give those cells to staunch your bleeding.

Yes, please remember me
as fondly
as the lies I was so used to spinning -
that everything was fine,
control was mine,
and I had found a brighter meaning.

'Cause I'll remember you
with love that grew
from pain I found myself admitting.
And then you showed to me,
so patiently,
how to embrace one last beginning.

Yes, I remember when
you took me in
and showed me what I had been missing.
And even to this day
I hear you say,
"You always forget about forgetting."