I saw it…
I wasn't supposed to,
but I did.
You smiling,
laughing,
living your life
like nothing ever happened.
And I don't know
what hurt more—
The fact that you moved on…
or the fact that I didn't.
Because here I am
still holding onto memories,
still thinking about you,
still trying to understand
what went wrong.
While you…
you look fine.
Like I was just
a small part of your story
that ended
without leaving a mark.