Staring at the wall, at the clock
Seeing the hours tick by, eyes flicker the door where you walked out.
Leaving me without a backwards glance.
Sitting here wondering what the real reason you left was about.

The hole in my heart still fresh
It leaving with you when you slammed the door
A ghost of myself, not liking what I have become.
Looking at all of your stuff and throwing it on the floor.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months
I started to realize that you were not coming back.
The process of moving on as started
Then I think about you and I feel like I am having an anxiety attack.

The mark you left on my heart will always be there.
The experiences you and I had will always be a part of me.
Even though it ended badly, I can’t say I regret any of the time I spend with you.
Even though you left me I guess that this is how it will have to be.