Forgotten Poem by John F. McCullagh

I’m sure you never think of me-
I never cross your mind.
You’re happy with the guy you wed,
You like your life just fine.

You can’t recall that night your mom
Came storming up the stairs.
How I went out your window
And she turned back, unaware.

You joined me later on the roof
Beneath the bowl of stars-
We formed a strange conjunction
To be observed by passing cars.

I’m sure you never think of me
You took a wedding vow.
As he snores softly in your bed
You’re not thinking of me now.