i wonder if he’s considered my heart
when he walks away each time
i wonder if he’s considered my voice
when i tell him goodbye, goodbye, this is for the best, goodbye
i know i gave him my heart, but does he remember my heart?
does he remember the curve of my spine, hips
the warmth of my skin
as he holds another?
does he remember the love we shared?
the whispers, the tears, the morning tea
and laughter in between bed sheets?
it’s gone now, it has disappeared
but it lingers, for me, in memory
does he remember?
has he considered?
did it exist? did i matter?
if he doesn’t?
is there an end to
and if there is
if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it
does it make a sound?
if my relationship ends and there is no one left to remember it,
did it happen? was it important?
where can i go to ease my pain?
not in memory
not in ending
perhaps, in embracing