Forgotten

Yet another bit of poetry…hope you are all enjoying this to a slight degree…

Erased

That is what this feels like

Gone without a trace

Obliterated from the mind

Why am I the only one holding on

Holding my past memories so dear

What was once something to calm the storm

Is now a black poison in my veins

Everyone else able to continue on

No one looks back and sees what I do

The memories are all but gone

Gone to all, but to me, not forgotten

Everyone sees us as separate now

Like two individuals

Instead of one being together

Or perhaps they are just being too polite

So why everyone else looks forward

I’ll be the one looking back

Fill the needle up with that tar black ink

I will remember—and We will never be forgotten