Forgotten

No more calls.
Passerby hellos
gone goodbye
No more shoutouts,
thoughts of you: gone.
Pop-up videos
of a shattered memory,
unclear now
and better off
in the distance.
I'm nearsighted,
you're not
in primary focus,
your place is
just past the horizon
where you belong.
Sounds of you fade to black
you went under with
Compton's Most Wanted,
braincells dead
(or at least the ones
you occupied),
myelin unsheathed,
memories unraveled.
Only piece
I possess
is the one that
tells me
I used to know you.
And I'm ok with that.
All that work in forgiving
forgot you,
And I'm ok with that.
No longer do I sting,
all the aloe vera, honey and
quinine eradicated
the love poison
you forced down my throat.
Don't worry, I'm not upset,
I just....... don't.....
remember you. That's all.
What's your name again? *smiles*