it's been months since we've spoken— in person at least.
every once in awhile you would text my phone to see how i was doing.
i use to talk to you everyday
now it's not at all
i miss you
so much
but you don't miss me
and i'm tired because i feel like
i'm loving a ghost
you've moved on
you like someone new now
but when my phone rings i don't jump to check it because i know
deep deep down inside it'll never
be you checking up on me
seeing how i am making jokes with me
it'll never be you again
sad
