I don't feel it anymore,
I cant remember the last time our lips touched.
I forget how we use to touch,
How we use to talk.
The memories are fading,
Yet I see a blur of images cascading over my mind.
The bullet point memories are way behind the brain,
I feel no emotion.
I don't feel us,
I don't have the same reaction I did long ago.
I feel no anger, no sorrow, no misery,
You're a blank piece of paper against the wooden table.
The beating of my heart has slowed down to accustomed speed,
I feel no skipping of a beat.
I can breath the pleasant air that was once ambushed,
But I still have the hollow feeling.
Your voice still echoes in my head,
I wash it out with the sweet hatred I have for you.
I don't see us,
I just see you standing alone with illusory image of me.
I'm not there,
We're not there, together.
Little by little I'm breaking a sweat.