Remember the days in which you caressed my hair and said forever?
were they ever real?
huh? were they?
they say time heals all wounds
but you know what i’ve found out?
time just allows you to get used to the pain
because in actuality
the more time that passes
the more of a reality your absence becomes
i know we spent little time together
but just like time is no indicator of whether a wound has healed
time is also no indicator of how much it took to fall for you
remember how pretty you were? probably still are
remember your eyes? green in the day but darker at night
remember your smile? your laugh?
remember your silence that filled a room with speech because of a presence you held that was that strong?
remember your skin? like silk it was, smooth, white, spotless.
the only thing I don’t remember about you is the part of you that left
not because I actually don’t remember
but because I never knew that part of you ever existed until you broke to me the news
the news that we were no longer
despite the pain, heartbreak and misery
I still care for you, pretty. even if you’re a whole reality away
you know what i still think about?
I think about what would have been had I not lost you
but then it would just be another relationship, wouldn’t it?
maybe i’m just obsessing over you because you’re gone.
either ways, goodbye. I wonder if I cross your mind like you cross mine.