heartbreak in another sense

I've moved on

in the most traditional sense.

I have a new girlfriend,

and I really do love her.

I haven't spoken to you in almost two years.

I see you in rare glimpses of faces in crowds,

and I can feel your presence

in the love songs

from the playlists

I used to send you

(and have since deleted).

We were never even together.

I never told you I loved you

even though I did.

and I'm glad

I never got to kiss you on New Years Eve.

I don't think of you,

or at least I try not to.

So why does it still keep me up at night

to think

that you don't think of me either.

I know you've moved on

in the traditional sense.

And you've got a new girlfriend

and you tell her you love her.

And I know it twisted,

and it racks me with guilt,

but I hope you think of me.

I hope it keeps you up at night.

And I hope it hurts.

And I hope you're racked with guilt.

And I hope

you hope

the same for me.