Forget-me-nots, or Myosotis, a flower named for round mouse's ear

You're cherished in my thoughts with love and devotion is what they did say

in flower-language, when letters were written in petals. To me, you are dear.

Forget-me-nots, a big ask really, to be remembered and that gift let keeping stay.

Some cheat. Cheat rather harshly; securing spot with scars and shouts and fighting fray.

That does work, it works for now, but we're getting wise to that particular set of rules.

Upon this playground, soil of matter sol, a watered- a salted with so so many tears.

Remember-me, if it please, if it serve, if with joy like child feeding dogs, like dad and his tools.

Forget-me, if it pleaseth thee, rend me and dissolve me, leave me gone until it heals. 

Keep my spirit in story or in song, it will shift and writhe as needs do move along,

but worry not, as I have- in here- a basin, a deep and drinking sea

from which, if sipped by loving lips, darn what's gone some queer wrong.

It will dry, this wet of mine, but worry not, as niche (if needed) will stand this wave again.

It never was so fully mine, nor fully ours to own, but too encoded in peaceful ink and long enduring stone.

Serpent omnom it's tail, symbol so often see. Forgotten to feel, forgotten even how to be.

By deletion kind sees to completion, as those gates be, at least by degree, made free.

"Inside you are two wolves" say some on repeat who have themselves dread fed.

Even if so, inside the flesh and bone of wolfen kind endure how many nearly dead?

Forget-me-not shall soon, I pray be just a flower 'gain, 

and not a bully's threat of direct or proxy pain.

At this recess we coagulate and with abandon do so dissolve

little playgroups, tag and safety, floor was lava all along. 

And so to plead, if its hearing you do allow

return us not, forgetting is false, but having learnt worse, let's sing our early song.