I don't think that anything
Will ever hurt me as bad
As the end of you missing me
It's like I'd never really lost you
Until the moment of realization
That I never cross your mind
Anymore
And I prayed every night for a year
'Please don't let him him forget me'
But you forgot me
And sometimes I feel
If I don't exist in your thoughts
Then I don't exist at all
I used to be
Your first call
And I can't get that back
No I doubt I'll never recover
From falling out of your mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your first call, good write, thanks.