I roll down my window as I drive home and let the wind brush my fingertips,
instead of craving your cold touch tangled in my hands
I keep my lips pressed firmly together,
instead of wishing they were pressed to yours
I don't recoil with familiar pain
when I find you flirting with the ones you chose instead of me
My hands wrap around a pencil as I write words I could never say,
instead of imagining my arms wrapped around you...
You've been gone for so long,
and I know who I am without you here
Your laugh is an echo down a hallway I don't chase in vain,
hoping to find you waiting for me at the end of the line
I can live just fine without you,
though we both know how much you loved to make me feel weak
A thrill
A chase
A game...
was all I ever was to you,
but I stopped running a long time ago
Time has pressed on,
and the months are slowly beginning to turn into years
The scar has healed.