questions.

Did you forget about me now? About the dim lights and sleepless nights. Did you forget the rush we felt every time we met up by the lake? I know that wasn't fake. Did you erase from your mind the scent of my hair and the way I would whisper in your ear words only you can hear?
Is it easier on you now? Now that I'm not around, now that your day lacks my voice waking you up at random times. Is it better for you? Better to not miss me and forget? Better to think of me and regret?
Is this better now? The distance, time slipping away like a sand clock into an ocean of silence. Did you let go already? Was it easy to watch me walk away? Is it easy to know I'm not there, or is it hard still? How does it feel?
Do you hate me now? Hate every moment because it reminds you that I'm no longer around? Do you feel down, when the party dies and there's no one around? Are you ready to move on with your life? Go on, say good bye...don't doubt, don't look back. Put away the book, the chapters, the sections...no more talking, the end, no more questions.