Another September

You pat me on the shoulder and I look back at you, times were older, things we've been through and I remember you. little embers in ash, past Septembers too, see I'm ready to open myself up again, and opening brings up a little pain, of kisses you gave me and cold nights, and how much I wept after our fights. You said so much to hurt me, in my own heart desert me but why do you think of only that feeling? the feeling like you're floating up to the ceiling? And I've forgotten you, a thousands times over, and nothing will ever bring you back closer. You're someone I wrote right out of my head, like a word is silence right after it's said, you're not in my story, I've written you out, yet still I don't know what this story's about.