The love between us, used to be you may, may not remember,
Those promises of constancy, you may, may not remember,
New complaints each and every night, stories so full of delight,
I remember them all somehow, you may, may not remember,
Sitting in the midst of company, talking in gestures openly,
That expression of love publicly, you may, may not remember,
A word of mine if were to be, which hurt you to any degree,
Forgetting it more instantly, you may, may not remember,
Long past though it appears to be, there was something you promised me,
To fulfill each vow truthfully, you may, may not remember,
The one you once held close to you, the one whom once you deemed as true,
I am that distressed blue, you may, may not remember.
