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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