I watch you now and it's different, the distance pushing us apart. I watch you, when you think no one can see, you never let anyone see you cry. instead you were the one like me lonely in a corner, not asking for anyone not when when the tears burned down your face it ever. And they weren't the pretty trickling tears that came in a set of two and ended. They were the screaming into a pillow, kicking a wall, ripping the pictures, pulling your hair, thick, heated cries.
I watched helplessly, I watched you burn to ash and there was nothing I could do.
Finally you calmed down, slid a hand wet with tears, slowly, exhaustedly under your cluttered bed. You pulled out a shoebox, sat on your bed, slumping, defeatedly. You ran you rough hands down the side of the box. I remember those hands, caressing my tiny body. How could I forget. You bent the cardboard open and there was me. My favourite perfume, my old ipod, 7 photographs of us, the crumbling, wilted rose from the day you asked me out. so many memories spilling flooding into the air seeping slowl into your heart, but that hurt. So you shut the box abruptly, shoved it back where it came from and walked out the door as if nothing had happened.
If I could tell you something I would tell you to remember.