Words will never fill the cracks you left.

Apologies were never exchanged,

Distance our only measure taken.

It hurts, you know,

To watch you through new eyes,

When we used to _be_ something.

To watch you go along and be fine,

When I’m not,

And I’m dying inside.

I miss you,

But I don’t,

I hate you,

But I also don’t.

Love, even the kind of friendship,

Will never fade.

You have imprinted yourself onto my soul,

Make your mark on my path.

But this is my story,

And I’ll keep walking down the road,

Pretending I’m not crying as I leave you behind.

Your absence is still keenly felt,

But now the gaps can be refilled,

At least I hope.

For if not,

I fear I may crumble.