30 November 2008 - 11:45 pm

Letter to No One in Particular
(aka, Lying to Myself)

This is when I tell you
that I don't think of you
every day
That I have moved on
and have better things to do

(but I would be lying to myself.)

This is when I mention
in passing,
that I am seeing someone new,
and he doesn't remind me a thing of you

(but I frequently wish he did.)

But I didn't mention him,
when last we talked, did I?
When we made plans for lunch,
that you broke, once again,
and failed to call,
after promising you would, yet again,
and I got mad at you, once again

(and still I miss you, every day.)

This is when I bump into you
accidentally,
and exclaim, Wow! It's been so long!
as if we were merely friends
who have lost touch.

(But it was far more than that, says my broken heart.)

This is when I say,
to no one in particular,
that I once knew someone,
someone like you,
but they are no longer a part of my life,
and it doesn't sound at all wistful
or longing

(but I would be lying to myself.)