i sometimes forget about you

it's eerie

because i do remember the many sleepless nights

sitting on the floor of my living room

looking at the city lights and soaking it all in

right after that 3 am phone call

when, i guess, we both knew it'd be our last

or maybe it was just me

it's hard to believe i sometimes forget about you

other times i think about the pieces of you i still carry in me

and i can't help but wonder

if you still carry the little pieces of me

it's eerie yet again

because you mentioned how you shadow some of my tiny habits

on that last night at 3 am

when it was so hard to put the phone down