Thanks, you're welcome.

I will forget about you

If it's the last thing I ever do

It's the least I can do for me

For you

Thanks for all you gave me

The memories 

And trinkets, I can't seem to find

Buried in boxes

Not too many of them

Remembering too much 

In abundance

Looking down streets, or up

Depending on which direction

You're coming from

Or going

Which was alwAys the case with you

Always going 

Leaving 

Me always on the way

Arriving too late

To see you through 

To see through you

Your promises, which never came through

Hard to swallow 

Being through 

With you 

You're welcome.