I burned all your things in June
but missed you again when July came.
Will you forget me soon?
Will I become nothing more than a name?
As if I was just that autumn breeze,
close enough to touch your skin
only to vanish
without being known, without being seen.
Will you spare me a second in your chaotic thoughts?
Will you watch the sky, and somehow miss your loss?
Will you remember us, while having your coffee?
As it was once a companion
in our endless talks.
I hope you don\'t forget me,
that\'s all I want to say.
But if you got hurt by the memories,
I\'d rather be washed away.