Do you remember me?

 On this strange journey
I fail to find myself at all
Do I know me
Do you?
Do I learn from my past mistakes
Or do I remain a fool
Time and again I forget
I'm ever lost
Remember all the time that was spent
In each other's arms
Remember all the things that we missed
Because we're destined to remain apart
I'm sorry
So sorry
I couldn't handle it anymore
Do you remember who I once was
That little dreamy-eyed child within
I hope you don't forget
Because you're my only reminder of dear old him
I know I'm by your side
I'm staying close till you need me no more
My mind is far to little to comprehend
And I know I must be near
The ferryman that I've always been
It's your turn
Welcome to the little boat
My canoe
Grab my hand and follow in
I'll take a small journey with you
And I'll keep a small trinket, if you don't mind
A small stuffed rabbit, or a set of dice
It's time we sail away
From the river of your eyes
Somewhere where you'd be safe and sound
Start your journey anew
Without me with you
Please, remember me
Forget me not
For forget you, I cannot
Time won't change a thing for me
Nor will any other soul
So when we meet again
At the age of thirty or so
I'll ask
Do you remember me?
I hope the answer is anything but no
Just a fuzzy memory
A small recollection of what we once meant
A grand inception in which we dance around one another
A masquerade and a ball
In which we pretended to not like one another
I love you
Always have and will
My sweet little rabbit
My wounded songbird
I still care, you know?
Despite all that I've said
Despite all we've done or been through
I will never forget
Please remember me
Do not lose our memories
I'm sorry you have nothing to remember me by
Except the conversations and the happy times
Perhaps, considering my alias
You'd remember when you gaze upon a night's sky
Or perhaps I'll be consigned
To the archives of history within your mind
Nevertheless
Forget me not
I will ask, once we drift apart
If you still remember me
Years beyond
The times during which we meant
Everything in the world
Build a future for yourself, my dear
It needn't have anything to do with me
Go off the canoe, the ferry
Run off the shore and be free
You're no longer mine
Nor am I yours
But I'll be by your side
Till you no longer fall
I'll hold you
Prop you up and push you on
One day, you'll stand up and not find me
But that's because I'll know
You'll never need me there again
Please, once that's the case
Answer truthfully
Would you remember me?

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