“Do Not Forget Me” (2/21/16)

Posted: October 12, 2017 in [Un] Spoken Word

Please do not forget me. Not for so long, because I know that perhaps after some time you’d have your hands too full already, and you’d have no more time to not forget the mundane. That in time you’d have to let the insignificant memories like me fade and disappear. But please don’t forget me. At least just until I become someone significant enough for you that you would start to think of me.

Please remember me. Not necessarily the entire me, nor does your memory of me have to be with such clarity—I can deal with a little vagueness. But please at least remember just enough things about me, so that when you see me again you’d be able to say, “Hey, haven’t I met you before? What was your name again? It does start with an R, right? I’m so sorry, I’m so bad at names. But I do remember you. Would you like to have some coffee and help me recall your name?” And then that you be the start of you not needing a reminder of who I am. So please remember me in bits and pieces, until I become a whole character you’d gladly know by heart.

Please let me not fade from your memory. You don’t need to have me distinctly imprinted in your subconscious. But at least let not your brain forget that at one time you’ve met a certain college girl, and that at one time she ate pizza and drank Coke with you after an eventful, poetic afternoon. And please, please, do not let your impression on that girl as someone “so amazing” ever fade away. Because I’m hoping that someday we would meet again, and with that memory still intact in you I could hope that you would say, “Hi, it’s been a while since we were last able to talk. How have you been doing? I’ve watched you perform some of your poems—how do you find it? I knew you’d be good at it. What did I tell you? You’re so amazing.”

See? I’ve already imagined how we would be really, really good friends. How we would turn out to be two people having so much more in common than our plight in poetry. How you’d talk me into running with you every morning, and how I’d convince you to go hiking with me every term break. How we’d go and promote so many advocacies together. How we’d be staying up so late at night, talking on the phone about a wide range of topics—from Physics to Philosophy to history. To allusions and analogies and to a whole lot of other things that totally don’t make any sense.

I’ve painted in mind a clear, distinct picture. I am that flower with blue and purple petals, planted by the way side, pleading very quietly that you forget me not. That you not let me wither away from your memory, until one day I grow into a full-bloom flower that you would admire. Until one day I would become significant enough to earn your friendship. But until then, please do not forget me. And until then, please, remember me—even just in bits and pieces.

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