It was incomprehensible, the way he looked at me
Like a stranger.
An exhanged glance with someone you've never known before.
But he knew me...
And I sure as hell knew him.
I knew the sparkle that appeared in his eyes when he talked about his passions,
And the smell of his breath, hot on my face.
The way the world looked so much more beautiful standing right next to him
His arm placed gently around my shoulders,
The simplest touch; yet it was enough to send an electric shock right through me.
I knew the softness in his voice when he was tired,
And the pain that was brought with our goodbyes.
Yes, I knew him.
But now, all I know is that cold, emotionless look on his face
The look of a person who has simply forgotten.
Forgotten me...
**Forgotten us.