I Forgot About You.

I'm surprised I did, too. I suppose I've been busy living life rather than licking my wounds. Sometimes I stop doing what I'm doing and I give in to an old reflex: thinking of you. But lately, I'm thinking about the fact that I'm not thinking about you. Not angry, not sad, not wishful. Just a big blurry sort-of-nothing.
I guess this is an attempt at clinging to a memory, but it's become colorless, the details escape me. Life fades away, and somehow, I win.