I thought that your love was out of me,

Sucked from my blood,

Scrubbed from heart.

But still sometimes I find myself dry heaving

Trying to recreate something almost gone.

This contrast boldly frightens me,

Were you only so kind, so sweet, so supportive,

Because we were both part of one fragile unit?

Now you are with her and I am with me,

We are not we,

You must have transferred your special treatment,

Mine is universal.

You also said you’d never hurt me,

But it stings when you no longer have interest in what I do,

No desire to support my dreams like so many almost strangers.

And just like so many almost strangers have said, I say,

“I cannot be like this anymore”!

Your heavy luggage has been moved from heart,

Your memories have blurred and weakened in my mind,

Why do I let myself dry heave over you?

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I must fill myself with another warmth.