lover

it hurts me, given the thought

that we’re possibly not meant to be

but you let me go without a fight

when did you stop loving me?

i cannot bear to think of you, and how

your hands are a place i call home

how am i to think you ever cared, given

the lack of aching for me that you’ve shown?

the night we parted as lovers

you painted me in shades of blue

each day it gets a little darker, does the

sun no longer shine for you too?