I keep reassuring myselfthat leaving you was a good thing, the best thing for the both of us.But...

I keep reassuring myself

that leaving you was

a good thing, the best

thing for the both of us.

But now that I’m alone

in this bed that we used to

share, I can’t help but to

feel as if I made a mistake.

That maybe we were meant

to be more than miles,

more than silence between

two phone lines. And now

that I am in this bed that is

still stained in your memory

I cannot help but think

that maybe the mistake I made

was leaving you behind

without a trace of regret.