No more doubts

How do you still have the ability to slay me

without saying a thing?

If words carry weight

how much more does silence bring?

I hate that I am still weak,

that you still have this power.

After all this time you'd think

I'd no longer be counting the hours.

But the thought of you still makes me ache,

remembering your smile makes my eyes fill,

reading your words makes the tears flow,

and my heart stutters in my chest still.

Today I guess I'd been holding on,

waiting and wondering if you would reach out

but as the day draws to a close

I remind myself it's over beyond a doubt.