I'm listening to a song that is slow and gentle, it tickles my ears like your whispers used to. I haven't spoken to you in months. Yes, we've said hello and exchanged a few words, but I really haven't seen you in months. I miss you, and now you finally know how much. You know how much this burns, you know how much damage has been done. We haven't spoken in months. If I look for long enough I can still find your fingerprints across my skin. They're dulling, and each day it gets easier to watch them spiral around the sink bowl and down the drain. I hold onto the moments I spent with you because they make me happy. I hold onto the memories I have of you not with hope, but with gratitude. I thank you for showing me love, for showing me how heartache works so I know how to look out for it next time. Thank you for teaching me a lesson no one else could. Thank you for some of the best and worst times of my life. Thank you. This isn't goodbye, I'll probably get a few more poems out of you before I close the door on we. So...see you later. p.s. this poem ***** because you tend to toss my thoughts around in my head, you ****.