Forget-Me-Not

I think some times, of my demise, and wonder who will think of me. My fears are grand, for who will I demand, to remember me. Will they forget of me and all my deeds? Forget me not, for I was here. Just as you will have come and gone, I will have been here and left. Forget me not, for I wrote to you. Just as you will write, I have already written countless words. Forget me not and remember me with flowers if you must. My fears are grand, so remember well that I was once here. Will you remember me and all my deeds?