I waited..
and waited...
and waited....
but you haven't come back.

You must have forgotten this place,
or forgotten me altogether.

You said you loved me,
and I loved you too.
Pushing all that was against us away,
I tried to show you.

Now I sit alone,
at the keys with random people.
I do pray that I see you again.

But if that never happens,
will I still feel regret?

I most likely will,
but will most likely myself forget,
that there were things that made,
me smile in the days past.

I guess I'm forgotten,
and done so by my others.

A love,
then a loss,
forgotten by you.