For endless sunsets
I've searched my heart
To describe the way I feel.
The page has remained untouched
Until tonight...
The words kept escaping me..
What I needed to say,
They might surprise you.
I suppose I should be sorry.
You see, I'm starting to forget you.
Your eyes, your voice, your touch.
Like fallen leaves floating
Down a rushing river..
My life is leaving your memory behind.
I search for something to cling to,
A part of you to hold.
My hands remain empty.
There's nothing but this simple page,
Now tarnished by words,
That you will never hear...
Trapped on paper,
That your eyes
Will never see.
Have I forgotten you?
Yes.
Everyday.
~~Fiddler, once I read that when you suddenly remember someone while taking a shower, that means you have already forgotten him. So, how about "forgotten everyday"?
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