How is it that love
Is so easily forgotten?
When one minute, in one conversation,
You tell me that you do,
And its like never before,
And then I don't hear from you in days.
Whenever, he crosses your mind,
The one who ripped your heart,
And now he's back,
And I have been forgotten.
Life has a funny way of introducing
Us to a wonderful thing,
And we have to choose to keep it,
Or to let it go.
For whose benefit is this?
Is it mine? Or was I just
Here to pass the time until
He returns?
Either way, I have been forgotten.
So many have given you the attention you seek,
And I gave you my heart,
So many hear your voice,
But I have been forgotten.
Slowly, I slip into a memory.
I slip into yesterday,
Like the fleeting thought
Of what's for dinner.
Am I so easily forgotten?
The silence gives me my answer,
And tomorrow will bring
Me further into the past,
And then where will you be?
In his arms? Wishing you were with me?
Wishing that things had been different?
Alas, my heart has been a mere plaything,
And the love the came forth
Simply has been forgotten.
Robert J Nye (2008)
