Breakup.

Watching over you.

As you sleep.

I smile.

At our memories together.

But it all means.

Nothing.

I don't feel.

Anything.

The laughter.

The cries echoing.

In my ears.

For better or for worse.

Knowing the pain.

You have caused me.

In the time.

We were together.

That time.

Long past gone.

Now you lay.

On the comfy bed.

Dreaming about our future.

While I write this.

Tears flowing down.

My face.

This is not.

Normal.

Everyone told me.

It will work out.

But where's the comfort?

When I needed the most.

I write this to you.

So you would know.

That I want this.

As much as you do.

But it won't work between us. 

Not now, not ever.