stupid poetry

30

you are still here
not physically of course
but

when i walk home late at night and see a black car drive by
you are there

when i listen to an old play list i created with all the songs dedicated to you
you are there

when i go to sleep and wake up in cold sweats from a nightmare
you are there

constantly haunting me.
and i'm not sure what it is
maybe it's the way we ended
or possibly how we started

all i know
is if i was put to a lie detector
and asked if i still thought about you
i'd say no
and the little arrow
would jump up and down
just how your laugh still sounds in my head

all i know
is if i woke up tomorrow and you were on my phone
i'd hang up
knowing that you would be there in a split second

all i know
is if we didn't end
if there was still another way for us to be you with me and not you and me
i'd give it up

at the end of the day
i chose you a million times
and you're not here
not physically of course