your name slipped from my mouth. found myself wondering things about you. heard you found someone else. someone who isn’t me. six years came and went. poured all I had into us. just remember, I was there when nobody else was. when people ask about what happened. don’t forget about me. but one could easily say that I didn’t try hard enough. they could say you didn’t do enough. but I slipped from the narrative two years ago. haven’t said your name in years. but I can’t help but wonder who you are. two strangers who used to be in love. your name slipped from my mouth and I couldn’t take it back. while I don’t wonder about us, I don’t erase you from the narrative the same way anymore.