You left.
Well kinda.
I told you to go.
And you did.
That’s the sad part.
There was no fight.
You didn’t tell me you couldn’t go.
You said “I love you”.
And “I’ll come back for you”.
But see how long it’s been,
and you’re still gone.

Now I’m here,
And you…
Well you’re wherever you are.
I’m trying to move on.
So why do I still look,
Every day,
Hoping maybe your truck will be parked there.
But guess what,
It never is.
Maybe that’s what’s holding me back though,
That small hope that ill see you again.
Or maybe its not the idea of you,
But the memories of us that holds me back.

I don’t really talk about what happened,
Or what you did,
Or any of it.
I just try to forget,
But that doesn’t work,
It just makes it so much harder.
Sometimes I wonder if you’ve forgotten though.
Forgotten the way it felt to know there was someone who cared,
Who you could trust…
Maybe you’d forgotten long ago though,
Before I even began to suspect.
You forgot when you started to grow cold.
And distant.
And angry.

Was I not good enough?
Did I do something wrong?
Maybe if I loved you more that would have been enough.
You wouldn’t have needed someone else.
But I guess that’s foolish thinking now.
Since you’re already gone.