Years have been lived.
Months have gone by.
Weeks have been wasted.
Days have passed.

All that’s left of me is gone.
He stares blankly as if I were not even there.
He moves at the slightest as if
I were to do something unexpected.

I stare at him blankly as if
he were the only person in the whole world.
I move at the slightest as if
one move may make him vanish.

All that’s left of me is nowhere to be found.
All that I see of him is just a bunch of memories.
Good memories,
they were.

Sadly, change happens anytime to anyone anywhere.

Now that it is as if he had forgotten me,
I think it’s time to let go and move on.
It’s just that whatever I do,
the pain never gets old.

It’s always the same:
Fresh, Young, and Stupid.

Will I get used to the pain?
Will it just fade away?

Well, I hope so.