Mom, I was there when you packed your bags and left.
You seem shocked that I recall you're attempts to
abandon your marriage and family.
You don't remember me.

Sister, I was there when you were growing up.
You tell me stories of your childhood as if
it is all new information.
You don't remember me.

Classmate, I was in your 7th grade homeroom,
and for 5 years we went to school together.
Thanks for not faking familiarity.
You don't remember me.

Coworker, you ask me to work for you
so you can go to the company party,
not thinking I'm part of the company too.
You don't remember me.

Friend, why wasn't I at the party last night?
Everyone was there, all our friends.
I guess we forgot to send you an invitation.
You don't remember me.

Merry Christmas, Happy holidays!
We have something for everyone.
Oops, we didn't get something for you.
You don't remember me.

I am present, I am here, I saw everything.
I participated, I spoke, I gave, I did.
I remember you all, I remember it all.
But you don't remember me.

04/19/2006

Author's Note: To all the wall flowers out there: You know what I mean. And all the drama queens haven't a clue.
To old pathetic poets: Requerdes "Yo Me Pregunto"? A poem I had up on pathetic.org long ago? It was my first Poem of the Day. This poem resonates that poem. A dismal feeling of being forgotten.
Luckily I am not forgotten anymore.

To the class of 1987 who graduated from Iver C. Ranum - it's Susan Tomas, not Susan Thomas.

Posted on 04/19/2006
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