I used to think I knew what heartbreak felt like.
When I came home and saw my bed freshly made and your clothes were out of the closet.
When I saw there was one last cup of coffee left on he counter that you had time to drink.
When I saw the note and your words I barely had time to read.
Because I ran to the garage to see your car and your things were gone.

I used to think heartbreak was sitting alone in a cafe while you watched everyone laugh and smile.
Or walking around the grocery store trying to find food to make for one person.
Or dreaming of endless romantic vacations with you.. When there is no "you" once me.

But the minute I realized you had enough time to drink coffee and write me a note saying you were never coming back.
That's when I realized what real heartbreak was.