someone who used to take up all your time
now only takes up a slot in your photo album
you pass on the street
and you both pretend not to care
someone who used to fill your mind
is now just a distant memory
and we'll pass each other in our new lives
but neither of us will admit-
that we secretly wonder what could have been
I know your smell, that old familiar smell.
The expressions you'd make and their meanings.
I can feel the soft touch of your fingertips.
These are all things that I will never forget.
When our relationship ended, my love for you didn't.