I know now that I will never
be fully over you.
Just a glimpse through
the windshield was enough
for my eyes to sting,
and my heart to sink.
I miss you more every second.

I can only hope you
miss me a fragment of how much
I miss you.

But I think that you’re okay.
Which I guess I should be happy for you.
That you are not carrying this weight
around.
I guess I kinda wish you did
because maybe then that would mean
you still love me too.