At Least You're happy

we're not the same anymore

I wish I could say I hate you.

I wish I could say I know I'm foolish for thinking like this even now.

But a small part of me hopes you feel the same.

A small part of me likes to imagine you miss me.

That you miss me in the small instances I miss you.

Like when I hear exciting news.

But there were so many things left unsaid.

So many things I wish I could have said to you.

Do you ever think of me?

When you reach all those accomplishments I always knew you would?

Would you look out at the audience and see I'm not there..

Would you miss me?

Would you ever wish I was there?

Do you notice I'm gone?

Because i cant tell you how much it hurts me to know you are always the first person I think of when something like that happens.

And imagining you not thinking the same.