The Next Page Jun. 2012 | Page 12

It’s funny to think that you used to smile, just because I was.

And of that day you came back after two long weeks away from here,

How you picked me up and held me in your arms,

And I didn’t think

That you would ever let me go.

Did you know that the last time we talked was three months ago today?

The messages are still saved on my phone.

I read them sometimes.

It’s funny to think of that night we just drove around for hours

Talking about everything and anything,

And absolutely nothing at all.

I still have that gray sweatshirt

You let me wear when I was cold.

It smells like you, and like memories that I’ve tried too hard

To forget.

It’s times like these that I miss you the most.

The days that you used to be able to remind me

That the world is bigger than this place;

And the nights that I would lie awake, staring at my ceiling

And comfort myself with the knowledge that you were probably in your bed,

Doing the exact same thing.

I wonder sometimes if you even miss me at all.

You should know that I wasn’t stupid

Or naïve,

And I knew from the start that we wouldn’t last.

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