maybe he doesn't miss you
after all, but i
know he still thinks
about you. he's driving
down the road and
he sees the exact
spot where you wrecked
his car. he thinks
about the way you
had tears in your
eyes and couldn't stop
saying you were sorry.
he's going through his
closet and sees the
shirt you got him
for his birthday. he
thinks about the way
you were biting your
lip as he opened
it, just hoping he'd
love it.
he's walking down the
grocery store aisle and
sees your mom. she
smiles at him, and
she looks so much
like you. he wonders
how you and your
family have been. he
hasn't heard from you
in so long.
he's looking for his
old notebook and stumbles
across the scrapbook you
gave him. he could
never bring himself to
throwing it away. he
can't help but opening
it, and his heart
beats a little faster
as he turns the
pages.
he's on your road
for the first time
in months, and looking
at your driveway is
almost painful. all he
can see is you
running out of your
front door, smiling from
the east to the
west, jumping into his
arms.
so maybe he doesn't
miss you after all,
but i promise he
still thinks about you.
you were kind,
you were caring,
and
you were brave
in the way you loved him.
that is a love he will never forget. — it still matters even if it wasn't meant to last forever.
