I did not think of you until…
I left the city where we met.
I have forgotten where you live
until I found myself so far away.
I did not care if you’d call
until I lost your number.
I did not think of you and then…
You were eventually the one I could not live without.
I did not think I’d ever miss
the one who broke my heart.
I did not think, I did not question —
the further I’d go, the less I’d have to cry.
But it is not a matter of a “where”,
it is not a matter of a “how” —
the further I am away from you,
the more I wish you were close by me.
I thought I did not care about you,
I tried to find the reasons not to…
and now I wonder if I do —
if you are still a piece inside me?
I should not count the scars you left,
a memory of lonely nights and tears,
I’d rather think of you as a friend
who went away —
but who has been my anchor for so many years.
I’d rather think of you
and miss you,
even though in vain;
I can’t pretend I care no longer about you —
because you are despite it all a part of me
no miles can and should erase.
