done gone crazy

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.

Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,

Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.

You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,

And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.

I hope, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory

And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

-Dorothy Parker