Remember me to the readying night
And her sweet dances. As you leave
To streets of friendly make-believe,
My love, so keen with appetite,
Please, pass my thoughts to the giddy stars
And the tender moon. While everything
Around you circles in full swing
Please raise a toast, to what was ours.
If you get the chance, send my regards
To every lamplight as they wink
Their last good nights, upon the brink
Of red-eyed dawn, down boulevards,
And home at last, when you do sleep
Upon the sofa, soundlessly,
Please, for my love: remember me
To all the dreams you do still keep.
Don’t worry if you’re reading this, darling: this is just a silly poem and you don’t need to be afraid of me… Not right now, anyhow. This is based on events looong ago. And it’s also fundamentally inspired by Everything But The Girl.