Gone

What felt like an infinity was but a whisper in the dark, where you're left wondering if

it ever happened at all.

I can't watch you whisper sweet nothings in my ear, and your arms aren't waiting when I climb

into bed.

I can barely recall that you were ever even here, and I wonder if I made it all up in my head.

Were you a sweet dream of something I wanted so badly, so much,

that I slept through the part where we were madly in love?

How could something so real ever be driven apart?

How could you, of all people, destroy my heart?