I didn't ask for you.

It was you who,
shining, came to me,
and told me to draw a pineapple.

It was your laugh that
made me smile so much,
from star to star.

It was you, and only
your voice what gave me reasons
to keep going in life.

Now you aren't here.*

Your shining isn't nearby,
and I look for you in space,
I can't find your lips.

Your eyes aren't around,
so there's no mirrors
to look myself into.

Your heart isn't glowing
at my heart, not anymore,
and I don't know what to do.

*No, I don't know what to do.

a journey of love,
a journey of ***,
a journey so pure,
you never regret..
a journey of wildness,
a journey of happiness,
a journey of sadness
you never forget..
special times we spent together,
times of fights and war,
times of pleasure combined with pain,
times which never can be lost..
its time for you,
to say goodbyes,
time to cry
and to smile,
time to be apart..
time to bear the pain,
time to promise to stay,
time to love always,
for now,
It's time for you to sail..

Maybe it's how we know it,
Maybe forgetting someone isn't that hard.
Maybe being over someone is easy, after all.

Being busy all day, busy enough that our thoughts don't have time to disturb us.

Claim that everything is fine, that you did't think of him today, that you are cured of him.

Lie to yourself, until you start believing it.
Repeat that you deserve better, until you mean it.
Crawl back to him until the humiliation eats you from the inside and then cut any contact by fear of doing it again, again and again.
If that should have worked, that would have worked.

Maybe this is how we forget somebody.