Remembering the Memories

Who Am I to You?

What am I to you really?

Am I just a voice in the background?

Am I just a face in the crowd?

A servant to the royals?

A single song on a CD?

A single word in a whole book?

A single bottle of polish in the whole rack?

Am I just someone that you put up with?

Someone that you want to get rid of as fast as possible?

A distraction to your everyday life?

Am I just a single number in a whole equation?

A single number that has no meaning that can be subtracted?

You told me that I'm special that if anyone says anything bad that they're wrong.

So why haven't you said anything to me?

Did you decide that you didn't mean what you said?

That I'm not worth your time?

Did you forget about me?

Or did you just not care enough to reply?

To give me even a second of your time?

What happened after you drove away?

What happened to my e-mail?

Is it still in the back of your car?

What happened to your blue jacket?

Do you still remember how I walked around in it?

Do you even remember who I am?

A face in the crowd?

Or am I just a voice in the background?

What am I to you really?