Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me every so often, promise me you'll try. On that day, that not so distant day, when you were far away and free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me. And though it's clear, though it was always clear, that this was never meant to be, if you happen to remember, stop and think of me. Think of August when the trees were green, don't think about the way things might have been. Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned. Imagine me trying too hard to put you from my mind. Think of me, please say you'll think of me, whatever else you choose to do. There will never be a day when I won't think of you. Long ago, it seemed so long ago, how young and innocent we were. She may not remember me, but I remember her. Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade, they have their seasons, so do we. But please promise me that sometimes you will think. Think of me.