Dawn of Night

I toss and turn yet the memory is there The night you left me a memory that is still in the air It hurts to remember and even more to forget I thought about you and wanted to write a sonnet But why put an effort for a person I want to forget I toss and turn and the image is still there It is just not fair You forget me and don't even care While I check the clock to see how much time I have to spare It is dawn of night I wasted my time writing this to forget you