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
thing 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.