Pouting

You've forgotten me.
I know you have.
I remember you.
Should I have forgotten too?

I believe in what we have.
I want it to be us.
It just needs to be.
Is it mutual, or just me?

I think about it forever.
I never seem to stop.
Please, get out of my head.
I wish as I climb to bed.

I toss and roll,
Turn and twist.
But you still wont get out.
So I must sit and pout.

I will always remember what we had,
Even if it was just myself.
And I won't forget that winter in May.
That's all I have to say.