I'm beginning to forget you;
it took me a long, long time.
But I don't see your face that often anymore.
I don't recall your sea green eyes
that often anymore.
When I'm laying down to sleep at night
it's not you I'm thinking of.
It's not you I'm dreaming of
when I close my eyes.
And when I can't think straight
or concentrate
it's not because of you.
I don't cry that often anymore.
I feel alive
more often than before.
The sun makes me happier
and when I'm sad
I'm not quite as sad
as before.












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