I didn't realize I had stopped taking pictures of myself
Maybe because he already knew what I looked like
Maybe because I had forgotten
I didn't realize I had stopped listening to music
Maybe because I had found all the songs about him
Maybe because I had nothing to sing about
I didn't realize I had stopped imaging my future
Maybe because it was already set in stone
Maybe because it was not mine
I didn't realize I had stopped writing poetry
Maybe because one can only write so many love poems
Maybe because I no longer liked to think about my feelings
I didn't realize I had stopped journaling
Maybe because he was there to share and remember with
Maybe because I wasn't doing anything worth writing down
I didn't realize I had stopped working out
Maybe because he loved me no matter how I looked
Maybe because I had lost the motivation
I didn't realize I had stopped reading
Maybe because I didn't need to escape anymore
Maybe because I never had a moment to myself
I didn't realize I had stopped sleeping in my own bed
Maybe because I was sleeping with someone I loved
Maybe because I couldn't stand sleeping alone
I didn't realize I had lost myself
Maybe because I was too busy taking care of us
Maybe because I had stopped.