I'm trying not to miss you;
trying not to look for your car every time I pass by.
I'm trying not to let you hurt me;
trying not to let your words cut to the core.
I won't protest,
rather I'll let you turn away
and stare coldly at an unknown object
somewhere far away from me.
Quietly,
I fade away.
And then there are the nights that I forget,
that I stare up at the starry sky and smile at the thought of seeing you again.
And then a haunting song
dances an eerie memory in my mind
and I recall the bitter tears -
the night you walked away from me -
the night you said goodbye...
And the one thing you can't know
is that the memories just won't go,
but
silently,
I fade away.
~J~
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