a letter

And I'm writing you a letter, just to make sure you're fine, 'cause I don't really think you are.

And I've wrote to your friends too. They say they love you a lot, and nobody wishes that it had happened this way.

And I write to myself just to make sure I'm fine. But I know I am not, and I wish I knew why.

So I keep checking your pictures, and I keep checking mine, and how bad I want to live them as if they weren't in the past.

And I keep waiting for something, to make sure you're alive, and that you still love me, but I don't know about that 'cause

I keep looking at you, and you're looking away, and God I miss your eyes but, they forgot about us.

And I know where you live, you live in your world, and I'm trying to find you, but I think I am lost.

So I keep trying to reach you, just so make sure you're fine, but I don't know who I'm talking to, or if they remember my eyes.

So I look at your hands, trying to find my tears, buried, in all of your love, but, they feel very dry.

So I look at your cheeks, and I see many smiles, but I'm trying to find mine. I don't know where they are.

So love, do you still love me? And I'll ask just once. And do you still remember when I cried at the bench?

Because I thought I had everything, because I really did, but, now most have left me, so I'll ask just once.

Love, do you still love me? Do you miss me that much? And I know you talk, but does it keep you awake at night?

Love, do you still love me? Have you dreamed about us? About being together, and about sharing a house.

'Cause I feel you so distant, and I feel you so faint, I really have to ask you, If we can be in love again.

And I know that you don't need my kisses so much, that you've got friends, maybe a lover or two.

And I know you would never, you don't hate me that much, you don't hate me at all, I'm just simply not alive.

So love, did you mourn me? Did you at least mourn my death? Have you bought me any flowers? Taken them to my grave?

So love, have you moved on? Have you found someone else? Do I mean anything to you, other than those memories?

So my love, do I love you? I ask myself every day, Saturday to Wednesday, I still wait for the answer.

So my love, do I love you? How do I sleep at night? Knowing that you're not here, knowing I'm not there.

So my love, do I miss you? I swear, every day, when I look at your pictures, when I look at your smile.

But I feel you so distant, and I feel you so faint, and all of your friends miss you. Let me know if you talked to them.

And I really do wonder, when and not if, you are going to leave me, maybe for someone else?

And I wanted to tell you, and I thought you should know, this is just killing me, that I really need your love.

My love, do you love me? I really wish that I knew....