When we agreed that leaving was for the best.

We never agreed on this.

We never agreed that you would,

in time,

forget me.

You say you haven't.

That you are there.

Anytime I'm in need.

But where are you now?

Where have you gone?

You're body still lingers.

But where is your heart?

The images of the love that would always be,

still linger.

But are mirages of the past.

The sands of time have taken its tole,

its taken its tole on my mind.

Playing tricks.

Making me remember your absence.

Making me forget the times.

You've become someone of the past.

You've let me become someone of the past.

This time we can have an agreement.

A silent one.

Our last one.

One that will end the hauting images of a life once past.