They forget me, Right thing they do

They forget me, the right thing they do,

For love that fades, as skies turn blue,

In their silence, they've seen it through,

A heart once known, now lost from view.

I was a chapter in their book,

A fleeting glance, a second look,

But in the pages, no words to hook,

A love once deep, now overlooked.

They forget me, and so it seems,

That time moves on and shatters dreams,

A memory lost in endless streams,

A quiet end to once-bright beams.

But in their leaving, I'll be free,

For sometimes, love must cease to be,

The right thing, though it wounds, you see,

Is letting go and setting me free.

They forget me, the right thing to do,

For I am more than what they knew,

In letting go, I'll start anew,

And find my peace, beneath the blue.

I was the dream they couldn't keep,

A fleeting wish they failed to reap,

Like whispers lost in endless sleep,

A love that sank, too deep to leap.

They forget me, as time moves fast,

The moments cherished, they couldn't last,

A fleeting shadow from the past,

A love that couldn't hold, so vast.

But in the forgetfulness, I find my way,

For sometimes love must slip away,

The right thing done, come what may,

A silent end, a brand new day.

They forget me, but I will rise,

For love can break, yet hope survives,

In letting go, my spirit thrives,

A future waiting with open skies.

They forget me, and that's the truth,

For I was but a fleeting youth,

The right thing done, I'll find my proof,

That in the loss, I find my root.