(With an enormous nod to Charlie Parr for the title)

If your name should seem like frosted glass to me

And these rheumy eyes find your face hard to see

When memory's a thin haze of where we met

Will you remember me if I forget?

If days and dates I've overlooked and missed

If I protest that never have we kissed

When familiars become mere silhouettes

Will you remember me if I forget?

When life is fog and cloud through which I walk

Inclined to neither listen nor to talk

Condemned into my private oubliette

Will you remember me if I forget?

And when I've become the ghost of our duet

Will you remember me if I forget?