You're a Memory

Which is fine, because I never think about you either

Except for today

And even then, my thoughts aren't always kind

You hurt me, and you don't see

You lied to me, and you don't care

You turned around and walked away,

And I guess, really, I'm glad

Today I'm big and strong

Or, at least, that's what my son tells me

And I believe him, because kids?

They believe things so strongly, how can you not agree?

And so today, you are just a distant memory

Sure, a memory that keeps bubbling to the surface

When I hear a song that makes me think of you

Or your voice starts harping in my ear

Or when I wake up with traces of you in my mind

But really, does that matter?

In the end, all I really wanted to say was this:

Good-bye.