Every time I get sad over you,
I count numbers.
And then it is time to forget.
One:
I remember meeting you, vivacious connection,
Something I've never known...
Two:
Long, deep talks,
Till three in the morning.
Three:
Our kisses,
Short but sweet.
Now to forget,
Because remembering is easy, yet bittersweet.
And forgetting...and forgiving...is the hardest of all.
