I feel forgotten.

My eyes skimmed through a dozen forget-me-nots,
and forgot them,
their blueness, their scent,
and how they looked under the night sky,
upon looking into your eyes.

I was a lost sail in the stormy grey seas
and had an unfortunate case of water phobia
I knew I was still,
but the waves rocked me back and forth.
What I would give to hear my name fall from
your lips once more...

But it was forgotten.

Now I know how the dozen forget-me-nots felt
when the candles burned out and
they screamed for a sound.
I never heard.
Now, you've neglected the strangled screams from
my throat, and the crimson words
hanging from my lips.

I am forgotten.©