Here is another try at a sonnet:
Do I just blend into the scenery?
Like roses in a garden collection,
Or another piece of machinery,
For you never look in my direction.
Am I another current in the sea?
Just another push of the rolling wind,
Or an extra general yellow bee.
Have your shut me, closed me out of your mind?
When did you start to forget about me?
You promised me we would be together,
Embraced forever, laughing, dancing free.
But now our distance has widened further.
I will not forget, nor will I forgive,
To forget me you will have to outlive.