Maybe I Was Easy to Forget

 Dear Messy,

I've been asking myself one question
move often than I'd like to admit -

Was I that easy to forget.

Because you did it so quietly.
So effortlessly.
Like erasing me didn't cost you anything at all.

There was no hesitation in your distance.
No weight in your silence.
No trace of the person who once held me like I was the whole world.

You moved on while I was still unlearning your name in my sleep.
While I was still looking for you in strangers.
while I was still holding on to conversation.
That mean nothing to you but everything to me.

It hurts - not that you left -
but that I stayed in a version of love you already walked out of.

I was still writing you into my future.
when you had already written me out of your present.

I keep trying to tell myself it's not about me.
That maybe you're broken too.
That maybe I wasn't easy to forget-
just easy to leave.

But some nights,
when the world gets too quite
and the loneliness crawls back in,
I can't help but wonder...

Was I ever unforgettable to you,
the way you are to me?

                                         

                                             - Your Sakku