Our time was over the moment you left me.
Our time was over when you walked through that door
without even glancing back.
Our time was over when you turned your back
long before I turned away.
Our time was over when you whispered
those three sweet words to her instead of me.
Our time was over when your arms wrapped around her
in a way they never held me.
Our time was over when you chose her,
so effortlessly, over everything we ever were.
Our time was over when you ignored my tears
and laughed softly at something she said.
Our time was over when you crushed
what was left of my already fragile heart
just to heal hers.
Our time was over when your path
split away from mine
and curved perfectly toward hers.
And now I sit in the quiet ruins you left behind,
memorizing the last traces of you—
the echoes, the scents, the pieces—
realizing our time had ended
long before I finally admitted it.
