Your coming back into town
doesn’t excite me anymore,
I no longer sit and count the hours
nor keep watch at the door
I no longer think of your face,
those blue eyes that once shone so bright
I no longer remember those lips,
everything about you has turned cold as ice
I no longer wish to see you again,
though I often catch myself wanting to know
how you’re doing without me wherever you are
does life become much easier once we go?
I no longer remember the curves of your face
though sometimes I catch myself thinking of us
back when things were much simpler and real
when neither one of us made such a fuss
But life has a way to tell us
that it’s high time we have to move on,
time to let go of those forgotten dreams
time to accept the reality that you and I are done
Your invitation found its way to my house
though I believe you’ve made a mistake
sending it to the woman you once loved
were you drunk when you sent this?
Were you awake?
I could tell your handwriting on the paper
the flourish that I always recognized
as you wrote my name, did you even remember
how you used to have everything about me memorized?
From the feel of my skin under your fingers
the way my hair fluttered about your face
whenever the wind blew, do you ever miss
the scars you made that you loved to trace?
Do you still dream of our times together
when we ceased being of two but one?
Do you wish to relive those times again?
do you even know how much of me you’ve undone?
Your invitation made its way to find me
long after I’ve moved far away
Is this a reminder to never forget you
and the way you branded my soul
whenever I strayed?