sometimes i wonder if you ever loved me.
maybe at some point, when i was happier and whole,
when you would ask me about my day,
when i would ask of yours,
when you would bring me home a sticker from work
and i would always ask you if you had to go back the next day,
when you would pack me lunches with Sunny D,
when i would draw you pictures,
but now there silence when you come home.
i don't see you in the mornings,
you don't bring home stickers,
i don't drink Sunny D anymore,
and my pictures are off the fridge and in the trash.
and i miss you while you're still here.
so maybe i'm the one that's gone.

©L.F.