Letís take a break from the past, you and I. Letís relax our grasp.
Your ghost should no longer pass mine in this hall of time.
Iíve had enough of remembering, enough of thinking and reliving.
Please die on my inside, slip somewhere safe and happy where you can prosper so far away from my personal life chapter.
Donít cross to my side if you see me on the road of life.
Keep moving your way, pretend you donít see me. I no longer care what it takes to keep me from being a part of ďyouĒ
This isnít bitterness or bitchiness; this is simple desire to have a blissful moment without your spirit staring over my shoulder.
Come now, I know you agree, we are both getting older and the time for this is over.
I no longer care if you remember the taste of that summer air or dream of when you would brush my hair. The stars are still there for you to wish upon with someone else on your arm.
I no longer care if you think of me when you hear that song, or if you even kept some of the things I left in your car after our night at that bar.
If you have a desire to do something for me, just disappear.
Not that I want you to come to harm, I am not trying to raise alarm.
I am asking you to let me rest in peace, tell your friends whatever you need to so you can feel your closure. This is not a dare, it just no longer matters if you keep my memory clean.
So this is me remembering you, long enough to wish you never remembered me.