Someday, when I grow older,
I might forget you.
I might forget the things that
we used to do everyday.
I might forget how you made me
laugh,
Made me cry, mad, happy and feel
loved.
I might forget even your name.
I might be asking why at my side
you seemed to be staying
At that time, you might be a stranger.
And then I might be pushing you
away.
Someday, those things might
happen.
I might forget you,
Everything about you.
I might.
But I won’t.
