I am allowing you to believe
everything is fine,
but to me, it is not.
Our dynamic is irrevocably changed,
never to be the same.
Over-politeness strikes our conversations,
but truly, it was never normal.
You planted a seed of dislike,
and it grew—
A tree.
It has been chopped,
but the stump remains,
roots tangled deep beneath.
Our cycle is over,
thank God.
And you—
you will now be left in the past.

I miss you, I wonder about you a lot.
I'm so curious what you're up to now.
Everything in me wishes I could rekindle
our past relationship.
It ended as fast as it came.
We are now strangers to each other.
Fragments of memories.

I miss talking to you,
even though we never talked about anything important.
Maybe if our circumstances were different
and I wasn’t foolish,
we would still be acquainted.

I said hello to you today,
it was awkward,
and doing so left a hole in my heart.
It made me miss you.
Do you miss me too?