Hanna A.

You have forgotten me well.

I see you no longer remember,

The days casting a spell,

Embodying December.

That month, with that day,

Where you tossed us away.

I gaze at you now, happy, unchained,

While I dwell home alone with our memories maimed.

You forgot what you’ve done, the rips you have caused.

The tears I still cry, broken, unpaused,

A token of fears which split us apart

With tearing, ensnaring my numb, wounded heart.

Their true colors forgotten, and now I see you.

Blissful, somehow, but what shall I do?