It is buried
So deep
Sometimes I forget;
I don’t realize
That I’m cutting off the world completely
Until I feel forgotten

I don’t want to remember
But I can see the twigs
And I feel the crisp morning air
And the glitter glistening in it
As they pranced before us all

His little smile was proud
They were all proud

I was unsure
But I was certain
You were oblivious
And I stood alone watching the others dance