(With an enormous nod to Charlie Parr for the title)
When your face looks like frosted glass to me
Your name beyond my rheumy eyes to see
When memory’s a thin haze of where we met
Will you remember me if I forget?
If days and dates I’ve overlooked and missed
If I protest that never have we kissed
When familiars become mere silhouettes
Will you remember me if I forget?
When life is fog and cloud through which I walk
Inclined to neither listen nor to talk
Condemned into my private oubliette
Will you remember me if I forget?
And when I’ve become the ghost of our duet
Will you remember me if I forget?
