I Miss You – Hope to Forget …

Last Monday was exactly two years since you called me – two years of missing you so terribly. I went to our bench in the park, where we used to meet, secretly… remember? You used to say that that was our place, our little sanctuary in the open space. That’s where we kissed the first time. You told me how smooth my skin was on my thighs… I shivered.

Then she came back to your life, and you forgot about me. No more dates in the park or my place. No more roses waiting for me when I got home from work. No more giggly phone calls from the bath tub. I never knew you never stopped loving her. Did you?

I hate that I miss you. My pain feels exactly as it did two years ago when you told me. At the bus stop that day, you told me you were going back to her. My eyes went dark, the world went darker and I almost fainted. I tripped. You caught me in your arms, the last time I felt your arms around me. Strong and warm. I miss them so much.

Today I sat on our bench alone, remembering and wondering. Will I ever be able to forget you?