You will not think of me everyday
Somedays even you will forget me comepletely
And you will live as if we were never one
And on the days you do remember, the memories
will be as smooth and painless as scars covering a
long forgotten wound.
You will forget me because I want you to forget.
I have only the now and can afford to spend only a little time
in grief. It does not take long and the grief will
end when I do.
But you have forever, and can afford to spend years
perhaps even centuries remembering and grieving.
So forget me, my Agrios when I die. Do not spend
your immortal life grieving.
Live your life as if we had never been one . . .