You told me what we had was never going to last,
that we needed to let each other go.

Confused, lost, and heartbroken, I thought—

what could I have done to make you want to leave?

Was it me?
Was I the problem?

Was it that I cared too much—

too much to the point where you felt suffocated?

Or did you simply fall out of love with me?

I never understood.
As years went by,

you would come and then go,

ask how I was doing,
then disappear like nothing ever existed between us.

You made it seem like what we had meant nothing to you.

Is it possible you got over me that fast—

when I truly believed we were in love?
I never thought I could love someone so deeply until I met you.

I never thought I could care for anyone more than I did for you.

So how is it so easy for you to live without my presence?

Am I that easy to forget?

Is my love that easy to ignore?
Was I just a chapter,
while you were my whole book?

Was I holding on to something
you let go of long ago?
I kept every word, every touch, every moment—

you let them fade like passing days.
And even now,
when I smile in public and say I’m fine,

I wonder if you ever miss me
the way I still ache for you

in the quiet.