Secrets
I've forgotten about you.
Have you forgotten me too?
I hope you know I'm doing great.
Not having to deal with your added weight.
I don't even miss your smile.
The one I saw all the while.
I never once think about your eyes.
Or the way they lit up my skies.
The way you held me never crosses my mind.
Nor the gray sweater you left behind.
Alas, for these are but empty lies,
I truly miss your beautiful eyes,
Of course you will never know,
Secrets they'll remain, even after I go.
This poem is about:
Me
