too late

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i still remember
the first time i saw you cry
you were up in front
reading a poem you wrote
it included me
and when i heard you say my name
after years of not hearing it
that's when my first tear fell
hearing you say my name
made me realize that after all this time
you've known i was still here
you've known i've been hurting
you just never cared
seeing you cry
made me wonder if you ever cry about me
when your head hits the pillow
does your brain make its way to me?
or has it been so long
that i'm nothing but a distant memory?
sometimes i think i'm better
but i just can't get any relief
my mind always finds its way to you
but you never find your way to me
i hope you get reminded of me
i hope when you smell that one thing,
your memory leads back to me
i hope when you go to that one place,
you can almost see me standing there
i hope you are mourning me
even though i am not dead
i hope you have grieved me
ever since you left
i hope you are just as sad
as you have made me