The very minute you went away, my heart was no longer capable of pumping blood. Those dreary sixty seconds made me feel immortal. I'd wonder if this is what being dead felt like.
No...the immortality began to fade when that minute turned into hours. The thought that we could not even go one minute without talking with one another..I think about your new routine--what goes on within the hours we used to spend with one another.
I get tired...it's now been days since I've seen the sparkle of your smile and I can't help but think about you each time my heart pulsates. It's a familiar thud, but the absence of your warmth makes me wish you were a stranger.
Weeks now...and you you have moved on. You remember a new face and heartbeat, but still yearn for yours. My love must not not turn to hate. I will try to do as you have done and experiment with contentment.
Several months since I've felt the vibration of your text message. Have you forgotten me? Do you still remember me? If so, I fear what you remember about me. I am strong and will continue to be.
I am older now after years since that day. I have changed and wish I didn't have to...
