Is it sad
That I know how many days it's been since we last spoke?
Is it sad
That I can still remember the warmth
Of your skin
Against mine?
Is it sad
That the shirt you gave
Me
Is slowly falling apart?
Is it sad
How your touch could shred every piece
Of me?
Yet I am still standing
Hoping this time, I won't fall to pieces
Like the shirt you gave me
When I tore it to shreds.
