You asked if I had fallen in love with you yet,

with that soft look in your eyes after we kissed.

The truth is, at the time, I hadn’t until I had.

That look you gave me every time our lips met still lingers in my mind.

As does the memory of my hands resting softly on your face,

feeling the symmetry, the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips.

We locked eyes and held the moment briefly in silence.

But now, I question.

Since you’ve been gone, I’ve questioned everything.

Everything said, everything shared, my love, my worth.

Did you care, or didn’t you?

Was your love truthful, or just a lustful crush?

I lie awake wondering what I truly was to you.

Was it a game? A trick? A temporary dream?

I’ve learned to let you go or at least, I’ve tried physically.

But mentally, you still have me trapped,

like a lost soul searching for eternal peace it may never find.