To never speak to me again, to walk away like I never mattered at all?
You erased me so quickly, like I was just a page you didn’t care to reread.
Like I was never part of your story.
Did it sting, even a little?
Or was leaving me just something you crossed off your list that day?
Because I’m still here…
Still carrying memories you seem to have forgotten.
Still asking how someone who once meant everything could become a stranger in the blink of a goodbye.
Some days I wish I could un-feel it all.
But most days…
I just wish you’d explain how it was so easy for you to let go.
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