I remember Once.
I was so very loved.
And I still am.
But Instead of still being loved.
I've been forgotten.
Was it for the better?
Perhaps no one will ever know.
Did he think of me?
Or did he think of only himself.
"I love you."
He forgot to mention.
That he planned on forgetting me.
How could I have ever wanted this?
It seemed right at the time.
But now the tables are turned.
And they are against me.
I remember Once.
I was so very loved.
And I still am.
But instead of still being loved.
I've been forgotten.
