Forget-Me-Not- (Poem)

He didn’t like sushi, or poker night with the guys

His denim was cut throat, deep blue

And he spent all his time thinking about the girl

Who liked forget-me-not flowers

And the Godfather part 2.

It was a snowy day in Tokyo

But the bark of the cherry blossom tree was beginning to heal

Maybe he’d meet her there again on a rainy day

And they’d sit on its branches sipping cheap cherry wine

Pretending to like her taste in music

And talking about the finer things in life

Like social abbreviation and martial art movies

With a twist of romance in due time.

Her mother owned a little flower shop

And on clear days, when the sun would get hot

It would be hard for them to meet

But like a Siren’s call he’d wait, for the rainy days

When the polyester doll was spared a moment with her ways

Of visiting their tree with a bottle of cheap cherry wine.

With her he was pretentiously riddle-some

And they’d talk till the wine would stain her lips and her cheeks

And her laughter would fill the air, complementing the sound of the rain

And he’d do anything to impress the forget-me-not flower

He’d do anything to impress her mind

Anything for the girl who was his favorite way to pass the time

The funny thing was, she never quite liked flowers

But if forget-me-not's, like the rain from the sky

Fell in showers

She wouldn’t mind…

And he’d look forward to rain soaked denim

And hands blistered by cherry blossom bark

And a girl's snow pale lips on a snowy day, tainted with alcohol

because when he wasn't with her, all he did was miss her

And city lights burning bright suddenly seemed so small

Compared to the girl in love with the wrong boy

Who wasted all her hours

And tried to interest her with all the wrong flowers.

Most of the time

Everything seemed fine, until he’d think of her

And how he didn’t mind residing in even the smallest frame of her far off mind

Where her dreams could be caught with his fingertips, like autumn leaves

So he’d pray for the rain

He’d wait for the showers

Just to see a glimpse

Of His favorite flower.

And when the rain came, all he got

Was a letter from the forget-me-not

“When all this fades and I am just a memory,

Just remember,

I’m the girl who always believed in you,

And I always will.

Don’t forget me..”