I am the night that you forgot
The shadow of a passing thought
The kid whom you sat next to
Whom one day was not with you
The boy you think was nice
But does not go out because the price

I am the doll that you lost
Adolescent memories of loss
Though I am not a memory
Go say you forgot the sin of me
In these pages I was cursed
The book you tell is the worst

I am not a memory
No need to remember me
I am part of your process
That is where we leapt off
I guess.