Forgotten

You know when you see broken glass?

All of the cracks?

That’s kind of what I feel like.

I feel broken,

Shattered.

Like if you wanted to you could take me apart,

But that’s basically what you’ve already done.

You tore me apart,

Ripped me to shreds.

And threw me away,

Threw us away.

Or have you forgotten that?

Have you forgotten the way I looked at you?

Or perhaps how I’d smile whenever you smiled,

Maybe how I’d hold you closer when you had to go.

You may have forgotten,

But I haven’t.