I cry.

No, I sob.

If I would have known that was the last hug I will have ever given you,

I would have never let you go.

Are you crying too?

Do you miss me like I miss you?

I long for you,

Your love and your words of wisdom.

Being parted from you hurts.

YOU leaving ME hurts.

But the part that hurts the most is the fact that you don’t even care.

My absence means nothing to you.

One day

I will be great,

and by then you will be too late

to call me your own.

But until then,

I will mourn.