If you forget me,
let it be like the tide forgetting the shore--
slow,inevitable,
but never cruel.

Let it not be silence that swallows my name,
but the soft blur of time
rubbing gently at the edges
of what we were.

If you forget me,
do not turn it into regret.
Hold only the warmth
that once passed between our hands,
brief as sunlight
on a winter wall.

I will not call after you.
I will not write.
But I will keep
a quiet room inside myself
where your voice
still echoes now and then,
as if it never left.