Faded

I know you thought of me today
When you visited my friend’s workplace
A small part of you was hoping
You would encounter my face.

I haven’t thought of yours in a long time.
Granted, when you do cross my mind,
A reminder of what I left behind,
You no longer take a hold of me,
You simply fleet right through,
A deleted memory. A faded hue.
Keep on thinking of me, then,
Because I guarantee
You will never see my face again.

They say it’s better to forgive than to forget
But who says I haven’t forgotten you yet?

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