I often wonder if you've forgotten me.
As if, the minute I left your presence,
your memory of me simply
ceased to be.
Did you even realize I was gone when you came back?
Or did everything seem
as it should be?
It does eat at me, wondering this.
But then I realize
that the way I left
and the way that I just am
would make me
impossible to forget.
And, ha, does that feel good.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.