All the Little Things

Why did we have to leave each other?

All I have left

Of the person I loved most

Is a bunch of useless facts

That will never do anything

But haunt me.

I know you’re an amazing artist

But you never feel happy drawing

Unless you know you're only drawing

Because you want to.

But now, I don’t even know

If you still draw.

I know your yard is exactly 2 acres.

But now, I don’t even know

If you’ve moved away

From the childhood home

You said was so beautiful

And peaceful.

I know you love your sister

More than anything

But you would never let her know.

But now, I don’t even know

What your relationship with her

Has turned into.

I know your mom is a poet.

I know you used to get

Most of your inspiration

From her beautiful poems.

But now, I don’t even know

If she still writes.

I know you don’t like most people

And prefer to keep to yourself.

Maybe that’s why we got along.

I don’t like people very much either.

But now, I don’t even know

If you have any friends.

Did I leave you with nothing?

I know you have a journal

And you have never once

Missed a day of writing in it.

I wonder if you ever wrote

Anything about me.

But now, I don’t even know

If you’ve missed a day yet.

I know so much about you.

So many small,

Wonderful details.

But there’s still so much

I never got to learn.

I missed out

On the bigger details.

When’s your birthday?

What do you want to do

With the rest of your life?

I don’t even know anything

About your own father.

You never mentioned him.

Not once.

But I’ll never get the answers

To any more questions.

Because when we left each other,

We promised that was it.

Neither of us deserves

To suffer through that pain

Once again.