I stopped thinking of you
The way you used to stare
With heated eyes and bated breaths
As if nothing else mattered but me.

I stopped missing you
The way you would say my name
In hushed voice and soft whispers
Under the cover of darkness, in the shadowy grey.

I stopped loving you
The way I stopped looking at the light
'Tis better to be blind than see
What is long gone and taken from me.

I stopped wanting you
The way one would long for something unreacheable
Unexplainable in the yearning
This wanting of something, someone no longer there.

I stopped.

Thinking of you
Missing you
Loving you
Wanting you

And I am just here.

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