Would you rather?

I would rather you remember me 

as your cliff hanger to your favorite book;

as your plot twist to your favorite movie.

Did my mysteriousness ever entice you?

I would rather you remember me

as your tears, because the protagonist died;

as your shocked face, because the hero lost.

Maybe I was not what you expected.

I would rather you remember me

as the bleach stain on your favorite shirt;

as the rip in your new jeans.

I didn't mean to hurt you, don't let me go.

I would rather you remember me

as that sunset you always look at fondly,

when you sit upon that hill by the river,

because I light up your world, I hope.

Hold on to my rays of affection, my dear friend.