Simon, I love you. It’s been so long since these words rolled off my tongue that I have forgotten how good they sounded. The ring of the words intertwined to form a simple melody, a song I had memorized from start to finish. The chimes as the proclamation escapes my lips overcame me, but that was why I said them again and again. All these things, I have forgotten.
The days turn to nights; I have seen the sun and the stars. I have been to the moon and back, with dust and gravel on my shoes to prove. My tears have cried their own tears, and my laughter echoed through a million halls. All these things, I have done to forget you. I have removed from my mind the glint in your eyes on the 28th of March. I have forgotten the way your hair curls at the front when it is cut too short. The curves on your back, the moles on your hand, the crease of your lips - these, too, I have forgotten.
But I have not forgotten these feelings, Simon. Not once has the pull towards you fled from my mind. There’s an ache when they mention your name and ask where you’ve gone; it is real and raw and engraved on my heart. There’s a tug in my chest when I see your smile flash across pictures and I am reminded that they are no longer because of me. But the worst thing, Simon, is that I have not forgotten that phone call you never explained and the tears I had to shed. The sound of the beeping cut from the other end of the line still resonates into every window of my brain and into every room of my heart.
If I were to be completely honest, Simon, I would like to forget. I would very much like to forget you.
The Last Song I’ll Write For You - David Cook
There was a time when you could tell the world
That you, you knew I would fight for you
You knew I would fight for you
But now I know that I can let you go
Cause I wrote the last song I’ll write for you
The last song I’ll write for you