Sometimes
I miss the voice I listened to for years
The coziness of a bed with you as my blanket
And the sweet and savory meals you made
Moments that tasted like home.

Sometimes
I think about you
How happy you seem now
And how much I regret the life you chose
So empty, so suffocating
I thought my presence might have meant something
That maybe, just maybe
You needed someone
Someone like me.

Sometimes
What I feel now
What I do now
Everything about you
No longer matters
A waste of my time
And all I want to do
Is to escape from all this confusion.

Sometimes
I realize
All these things are temporary
Wounds will heal
The ache will fade
And one day
I’ll feel love without your shadow.