Forget-me-not

For these past two years
I have dreamt of a place
with no reminders of you.
Where the rains wash away my tears
and the sun bids me welcome.

I stood one day on hilltop,
looking down on this small town
full of distant memories,
realising I had not spent
one minute here with you,

and so dismayed that
even in this place
I remember you.