i step outside into the crisp air.  it smells like autumn.  i look around, and i don't see you.  i haven't seen you for a while now.  it's been 6 years to be exact, and i still haven't seen you.  you said you would visit, you said you would come back.  but you haven't.  you lied.  i still think about you, and i often wonder if you ever think of me.  am i just a memory to you?  am i just a faded memory of your childhood? when you hear my name, do you even picture my face, or do you picture someone else instead.  when you look back, was i an important role to you?  or am i now just erased from you mind like an error, and re-written over with something better, and improved.
i wouldn't blame you if i am, if i could,
i too would erase myself from my memory.