I’m alone again, and I don’t knowif it’s the silence that’s making thisworse, or if it’s the thought...

I’m alone again, and I don’t know
if it’s the silence that’s making this
worse, or if it’s the thought of you
making love to someone who will
never even try to remember where
you like to be touched the most.
I cannot help but to think of 
all the times where we spent
making memories with our words,
and making love with our bodies,
and how could you just forget me
like that? How could you just push
aside everything that we built 
in a matter of moments? I still think
of how we would have turned out
if you would have stayed. And I know
that type of thinking will only
lead to more heartbreak, but I don’t
care. Because I would rather be
torn up from your absence then to
forget about you completely.