After all...

I'm sure you sleep just fine without me.

After all, why wouldn't you? We're not even friends anymore.


I'm sure you never lay awake tossing and searching for my body, coming up with only a pillow.

You never dream about my warm breath on your chest, my hands in your hair, my lips on your neck.


You never think about our nights, nights that I have memorized, the nights my wild heart stayed awake for, while you slept in my bed calmly.

The nights I watched you and crumbled, each time you absently pulled me in or mumbled into my hair.

I'm sure you are sleeping just fine there while I am here, clutching each of our secret moments with a ferocity that you wouldn't understand.

You're sleeping just fine without me.

And why wouldn't you?  After all, we're not even friends anymore.