I began writing this at noon
And I didn't know how to begin it
All I knew was that there was nothing that could get you off my mind
So my mind wandered aimlessly through its skewed memories of you,
As it always does
Until it abruptly stopped on the day you left for the first time

I saw the signs in every curve and crack
It said it in every detail in your face,
That was so apparent in the dull light
"I don't love you any-more"
The look of disdain on my face was so perfectly familiar to you
And the sulk in your step as you walked away was brand new to me  

So here I am over a year after you turned and left for the first time
Retracting my steps wondering where it all went wrong and why
Drowning myself in my own thoughts
And from time to time,
I think I know why the thought of you makes me cry
But then I remember
That the real you was never even mine