Waiting in the front lobby with your mother.

To see you whom I’m supposed to go on a blind date with.

Hours go by, and you don’t show up.

Then the setting changes to a kitchen also waiting for you to come home.

Then I lay on the floor pretending to be asleep as I hear the front door open, and when I saw your face I seemed to remember our past life together.

I cried and begged that you wouldn’t erase my memory again.

I somehow knew he wasn’t someone I was supposed to know.

But it didn’t seem to phase him one bit.

I slowly faded and started to forget you again as you erased my memory once more.