In Remembrance Of Me
You do not remember me.
by Noemi Lee
And I realize it.
I do not know how it makes me feel.
One part of me thinks it wants to be angry.
The other part is trying to put on hurt.
But they're lazy.
I think they knew your non remembrance
was on it's way.
There is no welcome mat here.
Could it be?
Perhaps they have forgotten you too.