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I know the time will come,
When I will eventually get through all of these,
I’ve read an article that said,
Memories do fade, as time goes by – little by little,
So long as you stop holding on to it.

I’ve let you go a long time a go,
Maybe even before you decide to leave,
I have probably closed the door before you even finally decided to enter,
Or perhaps I was the who opened the door and let you fly.

Either way, what was once ours, now is gone.
What was once a hope, now turns to ashes, scattered onto the field of deadness.

So the time will come, eventually, soon
I will forget your birthday, your home address, your email.
I will forget your favourite books, or that song you send to me.
I will forget what car you drive, and what company you work for.
I will forget how good you look in that blue shirt, or how your voice sounded like,
I will forget how you think of me as a great friend, and how you always talk me into agreeing with your idea.
I will forget how you’re always so frank, and how i thought you won’t lie.
I will forget the fights we’ve had, or the laughs we’ve shared.
I will forget the hope i had for you, for us, for what we could have.

But mostly, I wish, I will forget how hard it is for me to forget you, to let you go, to be free.