That time I forgot about you
Is it a curse or a blessing that I survived and you didn't? Maybe it's both. Maybe it's none.
I know that at the time, I only thought about myself, about my own safety. I am selfish, I know that, too. But I wish hadn't done that. I forgot you. It was once, but I forgot you. And now you're gone.
Now I live out my days in the sun while you rot underground. Was it my fault? Maybe it was. I try not to dwell on it. No point in wallowing about the past. A hard lesson that was. And I am not sure I have fully grasped it yet. Thoughts of you still linger in my mind. I can still hear you laughing from across the house. When I miss your scent, I go through your clothes and hold them to my face.
I forgot you once, and now your absence haunts me. Tell me, do you think about me too, even though you're no longer here? Or have you forgotten about me?
