That I cared
more than you ever did
was the moment
I bit my tongue
and wished
to go back.
Oh how we hold onto
past memories
like precious stained glass
I look out into the universe
for someone
for somethign
to tell me
You really cared.
But truly
All I have to do
is think back
to our last moments
to know
you never did.
And that's called moving on.
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