Do you remember me?

I’m the tea you left on the counter,

I’m the book you loved in high school,

I’m the friend you used to meet after class

When you felt like dying and needed a smoke,

I’m the man sitting on the corner,

Hands shaking and asking for change,

I’m the memory you hid away

To forget you’re not perfect,

I’m the old record you shoved away

When someone told you your music was crap,

I’m the time you forgot to say “I’m sorry”

When the pain was too much to take,

I’m the notebook you left under your bed,

A dry sea where life used to grow.

Do you remember me?

Do you want anything to do with me now?