Seems Like You Have Forgotten Poem by phillip ibsen

Then what was the real reason
for us knowing each other during the season
cant tell what keeps me going
maybe it's the question i have been avoiding

The sound of your voice is an art
it brews so dearly close to my heart
it hasn't been fair past these days
when you weren't around always

Those times when your voice sprang with joy
when you heard me calling your name joy
where have they disappeared to?
am i your number one or two?

It's now even hard to welcome a new day
it's painful thinking about it in every way
without you am lost in the morning
but i have lost you, shouldn't i be moaning? ?