i. I will see you again in the weekend.

ii. It's been months since we last talked,
months since I've felt something again.
Today's different.

iii. You see my dear,
nothing really ever lasts,
especially with me.

iv. Emotions fade,
feelings disappear,
moments pass,
people go,
dreams are forgotten.

v. I would like to think
you're the exception,
that because of you,
I'll finally have something
to hold on to,
something to remember,
something to look forward with.

vi. But that's not the case.
I forget to remember,
you forget to cherish,
we forget to nurture,

we forget us.
(If there was even an us.)

vii. I will see you again this weekend.
And it's like starting with page one,

I'm confused with what to feel about that.