Work Of A Man

Don't you remember the times we spent hours on the phone, laughing and having conversation?
Don't you remember the heartfelt words that would pass between us?
Don't you remember the words "I Love You" that carried such emotion and hope?
Don't you remember how hard we fought just to be together?
Don't you remember the "I'll always love you" and "I'll never leave you"?
Don't you remember getting angry but then making up and living again?
Don't you remember the night where the stars were bright, but not as bright as the love that fired in my eyes?
Don't you remember holding me and telling me you'd never let go?
Don't you remember the feeling of our hearts together?
Don't you remember the words you always whispered to my ear, your sweet breath tickling my skin?
Don't you remember kissing me softly and holding me tight, swearing you were the happiest man alive?

If you remember then why are our phone conversations short and angry?
If you remember then why are our words curt and cold?
If you remember then why is the phrase "I Love You" so empty?
If you remember then why are you dropping me like I had been cheap and free?
If you remember then why do I never see you and feel like I'm talking to the dead?
If you remember then why are you still angry with me and not talking this out?
If you remember then why are you so reluctant to see me, touch me, hear me?
If you remember then why is my text inbox empty and call log empty?
If you remember then why haven't I heard your heart for so long?
If you remember then why is my ear so cold and without comfort?
If you remember then why do you ignore me, why are my lips without yours and why are you so upset?

I don't know if it's just me...but I don't think you remember at all.
I don't think you remember how much I say I love you...and mean it.
I don't think you remember how much I yearn for a warm embrace.
I don't think you remember how much shit I went through to just be with you.
I don't think you remember how much of my heart I've given you.
I don't think you remember who I am and who you are...

And I know that you don't remember who I am because my heart is in so many shreds you can't even see me.

That's the work of a man, I guess.
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Most non-poetical thing of life but...my feels are all like "wheeeee lets go insane and go in a million different places and make her write about it!" So I just wrote what came to my mind...and that came lol.