Best Forgotten

Sing me a song
Of yesterday’s goodbyes.
Let me drift away
With all the could-have-been's.

I’m lost
In thoughts of what has gone,
Of what can never be again.

I dwell
On imagined lovers,
And the faded daydreams they inspired.

Stop to visit all the ruins
That my own hands brought about.
It surely isn't healthy,
Keeping what is best forgotten.

Do they think of me,
Or am I the only one
To sit up in the shadows,
Remembering them in pieces?

Do they know
What they did?
Do they know
How they changed me?
Do they know
That I still can’t let it all go?

They all move on
And so must I.
But in the lonely shadows,
I still wonder.

Did I mean anything,
Anything at all?
Do I cross their minds,
In passing or at length?

Or am I just a memory,
Best forgotten?