~Pondering The Forgots~

Sometimes when I hear your name,
I wonder if you miss me.
Miss the times of the person I thought
I used to be.
Just a clear void walking straight lines
but fun nonetheless.
I became good at that,
before you came you should've witnessed the mess.
It was starting to happen again,
you left before you could help me stop it.
I tried to get you,
but you told me it was too much, fuck it.
You never said it with your lips,
but your lack of presence was
yelling.
Louder than the storm's raging
thunder,
lightening hit,
it's all I felt then.
Now I don't even do the things,
that I did before.
It's okay now they're only reminders,
things I've let falling to the floor.
I wonder if hearing my name manifests
into thoughts,
like when I hear yours
I ponder about the forgots.