If You Must


Forget me
   in the burnished glow
   of a sunset
   on a far off beach.
That is, if you must forget.

Remember me
   on plazas bright
   with pink and golden lights
   and music drifting
   from every intimate corner.
That is, I hope you will remember.

And if you must leave me
   Leave me lying
   on a bed of dry October leaves
   in a bower of serene solitude.
That is, if you must leave.

Copyright © 2004, Angelia De Los Santos