Lay down some flowers,
Forget me.

My fingers running through your hair,
Comforting you to sleep.

Forget me.

My hoarse laugh at your awful jokes.

Forget me.

My eyes gazing at you with nothing but sincerity.

Forget me.

My name and all of the memories the go with it.

I'm dead.

Not dead and gone,
Just dead to you.



-Tré