HOW I WISHED he would forgive; how I wished he could forget. I can't seem to remember why. It was only a matter of time before we parted ways. We were better off this way. All the memories we shared, from snow dunes and rooftops to bedrooms and fortress. We were better off this way. Apart.
Wishful thinking.
I remember the way he looked at me. Was it pity? Or compassion? Did he love me? Enough to let me go? Or was he just tired?
I wonder if he remembers. I hope that he remembers. I hope that he remembers us, even if he doesn't remember me. Does he even know my name?
Please don't forget me.
YOU ARE READING
FORGET ME NOT
Poesiebased on a true story, altered by my hopes, wishes and dreams. plagiarism is a crime. trigger warning.
