My favorite part of the day

Is when I get in bed

To close my eyes

Because then, I know

I’ll be seeing you soon

Our story continues now, only in my dreams

Where my mind works its hardest

To create your image

To gather your essence

From the memories that are fading away

Yet, the dreams feel foreign

Because in my dreams, we aren’t getting along

But in my memories

That’s all we did

But you don’t think about that anymore

You’re with her.

“What about my feelings?” I fear telling you

“I didn”t think about that.” I fear you saying

“You don’t think about me .” I fear feeling