I stopped looking for you in widows, on walls and pages. My heart no longer feels the twinge of sickness it once made when I thought I saw you. I don't obsessively think your name like when we were together, gasping whispers into the darkening night. It isn't fair that an image of you is burned in my brain-Β Β think of how you ran your fingers down my spine, how you are holding hers, just like you held mine. I don't go to the spots we once went, I'm afraid of the thought "what if?" I stopped hearing your voice, no longer saying pitcher for picture.... your laugh was once contagious. But no one deserves this, I am too strong to let you cheat me of a love that I want to give.
I don't look for your face anymore- and to tell the truth, I'm not sure of how I would act if I saw you.