“What’s your favorite color?,” I asked;
I can’t seem to remember.
Does she make you happy?
I hope she makes you smile..
And me?
Well, I’m getting better.

I wish you’d remember
the times we’d stay up,
just to hear each other’s voice.
And I hope you remember -
God, I pray you didn’t forget -
that, though I never was your first choice;
how I’ve always been there
and never left,
even after we didn’t talk for months.
And we always pick up
right where we left off,
though I thought I hated you
once.

I miss the witty banter,
your sarcasm and your laugh.
It’s still hard for me to accept
that those days are in the past.
And my heart,
it hurts as I write this;
as I’m aching for something more.
I wish so badly for things to go back
to the way they were, once before.
And I know you still care,
in your own ghostly way;
but I feel that you’ve slipped
away..
to a happier place on the other side -
and if it were up to me,
I’d keep it this way.

Though I miss you more
than you will ever know,
things must remain the same.
See, I will never risk
your happiness
for me and my selfish ways.

And so I remain
holding on,
though I must let you go.
Don’t you know -
I loved you more
than you will ever know.