I have finally accepted that one day, you will forget me entirely.

That one morning you will wake up disorientated and tangled in the white sheets that you and I had spent countless mornings tangled in one another in, and wonder why there is a lack of warmth that you had once been so familiar with. That perhaps one afternoon you will be lodged on the couch watching television with another woman, her head nestled on your shoulder, and wonder why it does not feel right. And it is because her head does not fit on your shoulder as mine did, and you will begin to question whether or not she is actually the right woman for you having no recollection in your memory that I was. That one evening, you will drive home from work tired and stressed from your job in bitter silence and come home to an even greater silence when so many nights before I had met you at the door with a roast in the oven, a smile on my face, and a reassurance that someone loved you even when your job did not. Your feeling of emptiness however will amplify once you go to bed. It will amplify when you turn over to your side, greeted by an empty pillow and wonder if it had always been so empty when so many evenings I had laid by your side, hand on your chest and head nestled in the fold where your neck met your shoulder. And you will spend many a night awake unable to sleep because you no longer had my soothing lullabies to chase away your worries, and stress until sleep entered your domain and swept you away.

But you have forgotten me, as I knew you would.

Perhaps your wall was too high, and my ropes were too short. Blocking yourself out from the world. Blocking yourself out from your life. Blocking yourself out from me.

I hope that one day however, emptiness won’t forever remain your companion when you go to sleep in the evening. That loneliness won’t accompany you home from work in the silence of the night. That bitter resentment won’t sit at the table with you every morning when you have your breakfast.

And I hope it’s because one day, you will once again remember me. You can forget me. But you can never forget the feelings that I left in the everyday things that accompany you.