Your scent has escaped my mind The touch of your lips seems unfamiliar. Your place in my bed has been filled by another. With each passing month my memory of your blemishes has diminished. I attempt to hold on to the moments we've spent But it seems they're just as elusive as your scent.
The pain is adding up. We've seemed to focus on being divisory. Eventually emotions become derisory, the love replaced with misery. Where do we go from here?
The hardest part was writing you love letters you didn't care to read. I sent my love. You put the unopened envelope into a new one with my address and sent it back. Just to show me you received it, You just didn't care to read.