you wont find me here anymore.

i still wonder

if you still get sad like i do.
if you're also at the point, where you can't cry anymore, so your eyes just get blurry and your throat stays in a lump.

i wish that being away from me made you miss me more, but i think its just making you happier.

you're so distant, we never talk. when we do, you're dismissive.

you want nothing to do with me right now, maybe ever. I am fairly certain you are happy in the arms of someone else.

all of your things in a box, or three, all of your clothes in my bottom drawer, all of your photos and videos in a password protected file on my computer. All of your voice mails, well, I haven't really had the heart to delete those yet.

I'm not sure that I'm trying to move on, so much as make daily living more bearable.