I'm not sure
Does talking about you make it better or worse?
Was it my imagination, how perfect we were?
When you left, you left my heart with a curse.

I went to work today.
The kids asked about you
All I could say was "Uncle is okay."
I didn't know what to do

A movie reminded me of you.
I cried for hours
She called tear ducts bad
I had to lie.
I said they were happy tears, when I was sad.

People still ask about you.
It tears me to pieces
I wish I could just say, "who?"
My fake smile is leaving me with real creases

I miss you
Do you miss me, too?
Do you think about me when you see that old place we ran to when I got scared?
Some of my friends think you never cared...

It hurts being away from you...
I want to be mad
Hate you
But I can't.

I love you.