I am the forgotten,
too easily, they say.
All too easily child.
My memory of you has been wiped clean away
And my spine no longer shivers under your name.
I watch you fall, away from me,
Away from yourself.
Disaster.   Distress.
And I know you're busy with someone else.
Busy, all too busy.
And so easily, all too easily.
Meet me behind the back of another,
Stab me in my own back,
And she'll later be meeting someone else behind your back.
Trust me, it's how it works,
The cycle repeats itself,
always,
Predictable, so predictable.