You keep asking where I am.
In truth, I ghosted you.
You stood by him, and
that poison sank in my gut,
and stabbed and burned
on its way down.
You keep asking where I am.
You sent someone to find me.
You tell me that you\'re worried.
I thought you would forget me easily,
But it seems
you haven\'t.
Why are you still asking
where I am.
I\'ve been gone
a while now.
Life is fluid, and changes
happen all the time.
You stopped asking where I am.
I\'m kind of glad.
But it doesnt stop
random shards of you,
darting, scuttling
thoughts of you.