Forgotten
I forgot those first few glances,
those soft words which lasted hours,
and all those times we never slept.
I forgot all the things I said
which I said I would never forget.
And all the things we used to do.
All the times you cried for me
for the man you thought I'd be.
You were not meant to be forgotten.
Not by me. Not by the man I thought I'd be.
Nor left behind when things got rough.
I fled before your tear-filled eyes
to that lie-filled world which was my death.
The death of the man I had come to be.
Not the one I could have been.
Just the one who merely forgot
who you were, and what you did
and all the things which you revealed.
That man died and was reborn.
This man now does not forget
you were not meant to be forgotten.