Yes, you can forget me. I am just the dust.
I floated like the white clouds which got
lost in the sighing wind.
I am like the water which loses shape
When its poured out the glass.
I am ephemeral, fleeting, now here, then gone.
I am like the distant moon which you see
From time to time, yawning, tired from a days’ work,
Useless, beautiful and lifeless. You don’t need me.
I am like the sun which burns just for you,
Whose warmth you need on cold days,
But otherwise forgotten.
I am like the ghost unseen,
Invisible, unwanted, dead.
Yes, you can forget me, for I have forgotten myself.