Whisper

I quietly slipped out of his mind.

I'll never know when, exactly, it happened. It's hard to think that someone could forget you when you spend so much time thinking about yourself. But it happens. And it happens quickly and quietly like a whisper. He's forgotten.

The realization came just before I fell asleep last night. His face popped into my mind, his voice, his lips. In one instant I knew. I was the only one thinking about us anymore.

It's just a sentimental thing I suppose. I'm always the last to let go.