The rhythm of your breaths as you fall asleep comfort me from all the pain you’ve caused me.
The trickle in and oozing our of your oxygen fills me life as I recall the sensation of those breaths on my neck as we are tangled up.
The smell of my love for you grows stronger as the fire of the candle I have for you burns it’s wax, singes it’s wick, escapes it’s glass and sets a house a blaze.
The taste of the salt from the tears that roll down my face as I yearn to feel your arms wrapped about me again.
I just can’t see you.
And you can’t see me.
You can’t see the look on my face when you tell me that you’ll always care as if that can ever take the place of the thousands of I love you’s that you’ve sprinkled me with.
You can’t see the sadness in my eyes when you tell me about her. Your new her.
You can’t see how dear I still hold you to every cell of my being and each second without you causes one of them to implode in search for it’s other.

We’re just friends now.
And that’s “ok”.