I loved you—
very much so, and I
never thought of anything else
except you when I loved.

But it was soon forgotten; my love,
now we act like it never existed
and it didn't hurt as it did because maybe
I stopped loving at one point,
yet the heart that loved you still
beats on normally, a day without you perfectly—
now and then I still think of it.

This bit of love was special to me;
that it still seemed like yesterday when I
closed my eyes and saw you in my fantasy,
but the feelings were so distant
and unrecognizable.

A part of me left halfway
and knew this love's all faded and strayed.
My tattered and torn jacket was left unworn in the closet
after these lips claimed to love for the last time.