Why do we keep talking?
Why do I miss you?
What is it about you?
You remember that thing
you used to say,
Slow down, when you’re in a hurry.
How we used to laugh.
How your arms felt around me.
There’s no such thing
as goodbye
When it comes to the people
we truly love.
It’s a see you later,
Remember you always.
It’s never really letting go.
I don’t want to be with you.
You were cranky
You were insecure.
You were everything.
I don’t want to be with you
I remember this,
Vividly.
But why do we keep talking?
Why do I hate it when I can’t text
Or say “hello”?
Why do I miss you,
When I was the one that let you go?