When I thought that I forgot
I tasted you in my first kiss
In the deceptive, temporary part of love
When I thought that I forgot
I felt you in my first heartbreak
In the forgetful, ruthless part of loyalty
When I thought that I forgot
I remembered you in the dolorous sundays
In the limited, scary part of unity
When I thought that I forgot
I cursed you in every farewell
In the remorseless, non-returning part of distance
When I thought that I forgot
I blamed you in every tear
In the causeless, deep part of whining
When I thought that I forgot
I missed you in every success
In the gallant, needy part of pride
When I thought that I forgot
I actually thought that I never forget
Like the elegy in the most tragic times
Like the saddest songs playing in the happiest times
In all the places where love unites with hatred.
I remembered.
