do i haunt
your thoughts,
your dreams,
during the day,
late at night,
in the middle of class,
while you’re praying
to God above,
like you haunt me
constantly?

when you hear
my name,
or see my face,
does it fill you
with a hatred
for yourself,
a regret
for your decisions,
as well as
a desire and
a passion
for your loss?

if i don’t,
if it doesn’t,
i hate you
for moving on
while i’m stuck
pining.