You
forgot me.
That's
how we broke up.
We said
3 o'clock,
But you
didn't show.
I
texted you,
Laughing
at your lateness,
And you
would reply
Three
hours later.
“I'm
sorry,”
The
text read,
“But
this is over.
I've
moved on...”
Three
hours is a long time
To wait
for nothing.
I
bought your favorite drink
Only to watch it freeze in my grasp.
I had
been cheery,
Happy
just to see you,
To hold
your hand,
To make
you smile.
An hour
in
I was
worried about us.
In the
second hour,
I was
worried about you.
My
imagination was painful,
Taking
me to your grave,
Eyes
filled with tears
And
mind filled with regret.
Your text was a nightmare,
A demon
of mockery,
Laughing
at my foolishness
For
thinking it could last.
I
haven't had coffee since.
It
upsets my very essence,
Brings
me back to that moment
When
you said goodbye.
-Zero
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