There are no notes this time. No introduction or explanation. It's just poetry, plain and simple.

I wonder if you know,
It's almost... lonely

I'm nothing more,
than a minute in your day

I used to have form and shape...
I was real
I was me

Now...
I am a name in a conversation
I am a fleeting thought
I am an unwelcome memory

I'm the pin on your pocket
That you keep there covered up,
because you used to care,
but now your interest has been lost

I hate you
I can't forgive you
You mean nothing to me

Oh wait...

Sorry,
I got the two of us confused

As for me...
Just ask me how long I'll wait,
The answer is forever

But what do I do when you're still gone,
and forever ends?