And the memories continue to fade,
As I look through your pictures and wonder what I was doing to myself last year at this time.
I don't think I was in a good place.
Because heartbreak defines you, in someway, shape, or form.
And I didn't take it too well, I think.

But looking back, I do not feel sadness, as I should.
I don't feel anything at all.

And I would be lying if I said I don't think about you from time to time
And the days that your heart was mostly devoted to mine.
But the steps that we took so far and far away,
Off to some unknown world where we no longer communicate.

And I wonder what you're thinking, and at times if it's about me.
And I wonder if I was everything I was supposed to be.
Not that it matters, because it doesn't.
For my heart belongs to him, now,
And I feel forever blissful because of that.

So if our lives were just fables scrawled down onto a notebook,
With ink blots and splotches and imperfections that life itself contains,
Would my name come across in some chapter or some place?
Or am I a memory that just continues to fade?