It's pathetic.
How quick it ended.
How there was so much feeling.
Then there was nothing.

I asked what I did wrong.
You say nothing.
You say, it's me not you.
What a joke.

You ache in my bones.
Yet you run like a school boy.
I could tell I loved you.
I think you could too.

You're terrified.
But so am I.
You say you're not ready.
But that's just a sweet lie.

You were here.
You wanted this.
I blinked for 2 seconds.
You were gone in a instance.

I miss you.

A.F.