I know I can’t keep clinging onto the feeling of what we could have been

but it’s really hard when that’s all you left me with.

This time it’s real…

it’s not some fantasy of us that I made up in my head.

But I feel like you left a lot unsaid.

You never tried to explain or even comment on what I had to say.

You left me with a blank page…

creating thoughts in my head of how I managed to screw this one up.

No matter how many times you tell me that it isn’t my fault that you’re gone,

I still wonder how much of that page you could have filled up.

How hard you could’ve tried to reassure me…or not.

Or ya know… if you even really cared at all.