On those quiet nights,
Those late midnight hours
I hear your voice,
Echoing in my head

Still as clear as the day we met,
From the very tone, to the very pitch
I still remember it,
Like a scar, fresh as the day it happened

I tried to set you free,
From the labyrinth of my heart,
But yet, your soul still wanders,
In the depths of my being,

Perhaps it was never you,
But it was me that needed to be freed,
The person I became,
From being with you.

Burying the remnants,
Of my fragmented self
Perhaps letting go of me,
Will help me let go of you.


© Forget Me Not