forgettable:
is this who i have become?
neither loved,
nor hated.
neither valuable,
nor worthless.
i am the figure in the background,
the smile they remember seeing
and a face they’ve never known.
i am the figure in the background,
the voice they remember hearing,
and a name they’ll never recall.
i am “that one girl,”
i am “the clever brunette.”
that is, until i am nothing at all.
and then i am gone.
they see not my eyes,
they know not my face,
and they hear not my voice.
i fade into the shadows,
for i am the figure in the background.
i am forgettable.
and you?
oh, you, my love,
you are as memorable as every sunrise;
as spectacular as every sunset.
you are as wise as every tree,
and as sure as every rock.
you, my love,
are truly memorable.

