Do you hurt...like I hurt?
Has the pain seeped into every inch,
Every crevice, every single piece,
Of that body I once craved?
Does my voice resonate in your ears?
Do you see me in your dreams,
And feel my body and my touch,
In your sleep?
How many times have you fallen,
To your knees,
Covered your face with those hands,
That used to hold mine,
And cried and bled over everything we have lost?
Have you wished for second chances,
Or more days, minutes, seconds,
Of the love we once shared?
How many times have you laid in bed,
Looked to the sky,
And asked God why He had to make our love,
Hurt so bad?
I don't see regret in your eyes.
I don't hear it in your voice.
Have you questioned your decision?
Because I question it every day.
Do you wonder if it's right,
If this choice will one day make you smile,
The way you did when you were with me?
What if you never feel, ever again,
The way you felt with me?
Do the questions bother you?
Do they tug at heart strings,
You didn't even know you had,
Because the questions kill me,
How can you say my name,
The name you once called out to in the name of,
How can you speak it with such,
You called me wife, and your life, and your light,
So how am I so replacable, so dispensable?
I only ask because,
It feels like you don't care,
Like it's easy for you.
Like our love is so easy to forget,
To get over, to Lose.
I die every day, I cry every day,
And every day I ask if you feel any of what I feel,
Because it hurts so much to think you don't.