It's been over a year and
I still miss your presence here.
Do you even think about me?
Do I ever cross your mind?
Is this how it feels to be free?
Feeling alone and incomplete?
Those flashbacks.
They cause a heartache.
They bring back memories.
But now its far too late.
Sometimes I close my eyes and
I still feel your warm breath on my cheek,
Your hands on my waist,
The way you used to kiss me.
When I'd open my eyes,
I come back to reality.
You stopped loving me.
That's what you said.
You told me you liked me
But that wasn't enough.
Did you ever consider how I felt?
How much I loved you then?
I long for your company,
It's something I'll never get.
I need to accept the truth.
I need to let go.