What makes you think
That I can go home
After another day of living
without you
near to you
so close...yet even farther
watching you move on,
And be okay...
Not shed a single tear.

You think
I've forgotten.
You think I'm stronger than I am.

What happened to...
The way you held me close against your body
making our heartbeats meat?
The way you would sweep my short hair
out of my eyes
just so you could see me?
The way we would lie together
under the stars...
never wanting to let go?

What makes you think that
I can...
That I could ever...
Watch you with someone else and
       be okay?
You think I'm
       Stronger than I am.