Sitting on the bus,
staring into his eyes
feeling his embrace
listening to him breathe
noticing his soft light kiss
remembering his hand in yours
memorizing his voice
reminiscing the way he made you feel
Time goes on and people change
I still love him
While he seems to have moved on
I hurt, I cry, I feel alone, but days go by as they usually do.
As long as I keep breathing, keep living, and try not to express the pain.