You left her there. She gave you everything, and you took your hint
of guilt and left.
And maybe it didn’t hit you at first. Sure,
you slept while she couldnt even bear to close her eyes. Your
pillows didn’t stain with tears. Your showers didn’t end in
sobs. Your stomach didn’t cave in every morning, your heart
didn’t ache every breathe.
But maybe you run into her months
down the line. Maybe you hear of her new love, the news spilling
across the floor like a new stain on the carpet you two danced on
for hours. Maybe you meet her in a coffee shop, and you notice how
she stopped cutting her hair, and it trails down her back like the
past she left you behind in.
And the heart ache isn’t hers
anymore. Her smile reaches her eyes now and her laugh lights up the
room. You forgot, didn’t you? You forgot the way she held you the
night you couldn’t fall asleep. You forgot the way she covers her
mouth when she laughs, the way she cups her hands over mugs to keep
her fingers warm, the way her hands were always a little bit cold.
You forgot the way it felt to know that despite all the flaws that
ran through your veins there was someone there to kiss your
forehead.
Oh, but you’ll remember. And maybe if you’re
lucky, you won’t be holding something fragile when you hear the
news. Maybe if you’re lucky your heart will only ache for a
fraction as long as hers did. Maybe if you’re lucky, she’ll
pick up when you call. But even if she still has all the tenderness
for you in the world, her voice is not the same. She doesn’t love
you anymore. You lost her. You lost her. And you can’t ever get
her back.