I forgot your name, in the process of trying to remember. It danced and spun on the tip of my tongue, then fell to the floor, shattering into fragments of blue, guilt stained glass. You, with wide eyes and a firm frown, watched and cringed at the sight of this, and I was left attempting to remember the name of the girl of my dreams while she stormed out of my life in those pretty six inch heels. It wasn’t until you were gone that I remembered everything, except how to forget you.