Cruel, cold, and frosty was how you were,
When we parted.
I hardly remember anything of that fateful day,
My memories foggy with time.
Unwillingly do I think about you now,
For you hinder my vision,
Suffocating me and blurring my eyes from seeing clearly,
You do more harm than good.
Hazy and misty are my thoughts about you,
Dulled and diminished.
Time is indeed a thief, for it has stolen,
Whatever I had left of you.