I asked how you were feeling

And you said you were happier than you’d been in a long time

And I wanted to throw something.

Because how could you be happy?

How could you?

How could you move on so quickly from us?

And leave me down here

Feeling like dirt.

Like I’m worthless.

Like I’m not good enough.

Like I didn’t make you happy.

Are you not sad at all?

Are you not angry?

Do you not miss me?

Do you not miss anything?

How could you how could you how could you

You’re treating it as if it happened years ago.

As if it doesn’t matter. As if you feel nothing but a great desire to get away from anything having to do with us.

Did this mean nothing to you?