I stopped looking for you in widows, on walls and pages.
My heart no longer feels the twinge of sickness it once made when I thought I saw you.
I don't obsessively think your name like when we were together, gasping whispers into the darkening night.
It isn't fair that an image of you is burned in my brain- think of how
you ran your fingers down my spine, how you are holding hers, just
like you held mine.
I don't go to the spots we once went, I'm afraid of the thought "what if?"
I stopped hearing your voice, no longer saying pitcher for picture.... your laugh was once contagious.
But no one deserves this, I am too strong to let you cheat me of a love that I want to give.
I don't look for your face anymore- and to tell the truth, I'm not sure of how I would act if I saw you.