I often think about you when I'm alone and afraid.
I remember everything about you.
How I could know when you looked at me.
I could remember how you said my name, how you held me during the night, and how you kissed me.
Even the way your calloused hands felt against my soft skin.
You found me within my darkest days.
You tried helping while I only pushed you away.
I pushed to far.
You walked away from me that day in the rain.
You walked straight into her arms.
You helped her and loved her.
She loved you like no other and let you help her.
I couldn't do that,
I see you with her and it pains me to see you with her.
But I let it go knowing I let you walk away.
I hate that I still love you,
I'm always going to love you.
As I lay in the grass,
I look up upon the sky,
And wonder aloud,
Does he remember me when he, is
Alone and afraid too?