I Said I Lied

He asked me if I missed him. I said "yes." Thinking I did... But it's not his picture on my shelf, it's not his letters I long for, it's not his voice and touch that I feel pain because I don't have.

He asked me if I had forgotten about him. I said "no." Thinking that I had...I hadn't remembered when he came back to the states, or who he was with. I hadn't remembered that I was so afraid that he was leaving me.

He told me he was glad, glad I hadn't forgotten. He said people easily forget. I wanted to say I was sorry. I had forgotten and instead of feeling remorse at this moment I was feeling fear.

Fear that maybe the person I was remembering had forgotten me. After all it is so easy. All I can do at this moment is repeat words I have heard before:

Please don't forget me, it is after all so easy.