and I told you all about these things, I got a scraped up knee and I can't shake the sting

Today, as we drove, you came up in a story I was telling. It set me back to speak your name, and I paused as I anticipated questioning about where you were and when you'd be back again. Instead, I was met with confusion. When Emma asked me "who is that again?" ... my heart broke a little. How can I be living a life where they can't remember you? How did that happen? Your ghost still lingers here, and perhaps that's the way it will forever be. But this time of year never creeps up without you trailing far behind. I hear you're coming to town, hear you went over the ocean to see new things. I find comfort knowing that you're out living, despite that you told me I'd ruined that for you. I couldn't bring myself to go into great detail who you are, and instead let them forget... what else was I to do? You and I both know, we can never go back... the damage is done, the cards have been laid - it's time we all moved on.

I hear you're smiling again, and after it all - that's enough.