Days go by and not one is about you. The way you would press your hand against mine ever so gently yet so pitifully, oh I how I wish for it to never had happened. Forgetting is tough but so is forgiveness always so fast to play the victim yet always so slow to see to see how I felt. Oh how the days so slowly fall to the ground like the petals off of a dying rose knowing it was gonna end yet I still stuck with it till the end.