forget me not

The tiny blue flower, once you mentioned

It blooms along the railway,

fills both sides with concern,

brings a sound to my ear:

Forget me not.

Put her in a book———

Once you read, it turns up.

It shines as a moonstone at night,

soft shimmer will knit

dreams into a Chinese knot.

I never knew that I owned the treasure.

It emerged from the dark.

The Chinese blue pattern

covering the lid of a teapot is saying:

Forget me not.

You never knew you touched the key.

Followed your steps with sound,

mobile hoarse noise mixed strong song.

All these passed via the cellphone:

Forget me not

I am flying, you are driving.

The road goes

following the blooms.

Whatever it is, it’s the lot.