I wish you'd write a story about me
that maybe, something, anything about our time spent together
was worth a mention on a piece of paper
That you'd describe me,
like you did him,
without flaws, and only adjectives,
in ways we know we can never be,
being human.
you see..
fictionalised,
our faults-limited,
we see beginnings and ends,
time framed, bracketed.
You create a space, blank to begin with
then fill it with a taste, of plot, characters, un-annotated
un-annotated: from histories,
the past with its imperfections,
embarrassing ex-crushes, childhood fears and
phases, no, we only see a moment.
un-annotated: from futures
and whatever happens after,
lessons un-learnt, the walks of shame home,
mistakes repeated, we will never know, so
the point is I wish you would write a story about me
maybe, a paragraph, I dunno, it doesnt even have to be that long,
just, write, something
about me worth writing about,
that warrants your time, and words,
to put me to paper
oh, it cant get much greater,
than that, cant you see! Im asking writer to writer,
grant me this,
immortality..
before its too late, and the time has gone,
and moments fall into each other..
memories stale, and moments become morals,
without images, too dull to be written
perhaps I shall fade
but you'll always, always have
that story about him