forget

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"and one day",
my mum said,
"you'll forget him.
believe me."

but I thought
maybe
I don't want to
forget him.

maybe
I want to
remember
the beautiful time
we had.

maybe
I want to
remember
what it taught me.

maybe
I'll always
remember
what we were and
what we could have been.

but that doesn't mean that I miss him.
neither does it mean that I want him back.

It's over and it's okay.
I will stop thinking about him.
I will stop being sad.
I'm over it, over him.

but I'll never
forget him.

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