Sonnet

I understand that for you I mean nothing.

You don't miss me.

You even don't remember my name sometimes.

But I don't know why

I miss you and the memory about your voice

makes me cry.

Unfortunately, I am a really crazy Dreamer.

I imagined that I would be a part of your life

(a little at least)

But...My favourite "But" ...

You don't notice where does me or what,

'Cause you have a gorgeous wife

and everything that you want...

Actually, I don't know what should I do?!

Although I'm lying, I know, but I can't.

Could you imagine that I would be obsessed with you?

You would have probably been surprised, wouldn't you?

And I do not know how at least to wake up and Forget...

Maybe this poetry scratched on my soul

Will help me be free to end the Sonnet.