the hardest part, of all of this,
is not that you forgot,
or that you are gone or were
leaving, it's that i tasted for the
first time, a brief look, of how
happy i could have been with
you, and then dropped at the
side, when you found something
better.

you changed me, just by the
surprise of your hand on mine.
now you're gone, and i'm left
behind.

i rarely wonder where you are
anymore, but when the infrequent
thought does, im sad for a bit, i
remember the opera, and then the
nothing after.

beautiful in your eyes,
beautiful in your smile,
wonder in your kiss,
lost in your embrace,
heavens showering their blessings
over us, guess they
didnt know.

the taste of your neck,
the smell of your hair,
fuck you for ignoring,
fuck you for leaving,
fuck you.

if you ever make it,
remember this,
if you ever fake it,
remember when,
if you ever meet someone
who falls in love with you,
remember, if you love them back,
show them. if not,
tell them.

heaven pouring on us,
but you were not of it,
the world i thought i lived in.
you broke my heart, with your
silence.