Pain of Forgotten Memory

My tears dried up

I didn’t wash my face since last night

The bed is still in its worse state

Yet the feeling seemed to ease.

The fireworks show was extraordinary

A fictional series of scenery

Except for the fact that I’m all alone

I should’ve stayed at home.

It’s all my fault

I just poured out all my hopes

Now a shattered pieces of glass is what I am

No more chances of being one.

I went home and cried on my bed

Hoping to see you in my dreams instead

Yet there was nothing there for me to see

Except for a forgotten memory.

There was nothing but me

You exist not, I—know, don’t know you

Was it me, was it you?

Was it neither of us?