I never said goodbye. Instead I let you fall, further and further until you left the hope that was my peripheral vision.
I could not have you. I could not keep you. I could not keep the simple pleasures that are met alongside the empty-handed. I was forced to leave without a whisper in your ear to say that you are beautiful.
And if I had said it what would we be? What would you have done had you known?
But I cannot wonder on answers I lack. Questions that will remain static but only in my past.
Do not forget me. Do not forget the things I never said. The reason for the smiles I didn't show.
We are the past: The distant memories, hazy slur of another time. Soon your face will lose its features somewhere in my mind, the sound of your voice will be silenced.
But remember my name. Hold on, keep it in a drawer by your bed, check to see if it is still there every night before the sleep of dreams void of my face and the way we danced.
Pray, do not forget.
Wrote this ages ago so quite different from my other stuff but thought I'd share anyway