Maybe*

May I just say,
That it hasn't been months,
It hasn't been years,
simply a couple of weeks since you left.
And only a hours since I heard from you.

But yet...

It's like somedays, you just left.
And others, like I'm over it.

Being over it.
How I wish I could say that.
How I wish that every time I saw a new picture posted,
I didn't look to see who it was with.
How I wish that I didn't care when you didn't text back,
Or that when you did that it was only two words.
I know you are busy.
Busy busy busy-
But I want to be able to be able to let go.