You are not talking to me,
breaking me inside.
You are not writing to me,
and I am losing myself.
You are not
thinking about me,
yet my thoughts keep circling
back to you
like an infinite loop.
Whenever I close my eyes,
hoping for a moment of peace,
my mind begins replaying our old,
beautiful memories
spent together,
causing even more torment.
I cannot find peace.
So you better write to me,
if you really cherished me,
if you still remember I exist,
before I disappear completely
into thin air,
without a trace.