Forgetting Is a Failure.

It's late, and he's on my mind.

I usually try pretending I'm blind.

Ignoring any mental awareness that I miss him

It isn't until I speak on my true thoughts

How he still passes through my mind every night

My curiosity still burns with the wonder of how he's doing.

At night my imagination runs wild at the thought of running into him.

Would those green eyes still stop me in my tracks with their glisten?

Or would they just become another pair of dull green eyes I once loved?

Would we avoid any confrontation making the decision to act like strangers?

Or would we start it off with "Hello" and be able to start off on a nicer beat?

These are the thoughts which keep me up at night. Forgetting him is a failure.

I've never tasted such defeat.