I don’t know I should feel bad about seeing you and not feeling anything.
I don’t know that I should feel good about seeing you and not feeling anything.
I don’t know how I should feel. I did notice you. There is that.
I thought you would last forever, but forevers have a deadline.
Maybe it was because the memory I kept of you was greater than reality.
Or maybe I let go.
That is sad, isn’t it?
Maybe I made you be who you never were and like all statutes you fell too.
No wrong on your part, I’m who created you.
I’m who let go.