There used to be a time when I anticipated your return,
Missing you as you missed me.
There used to be a time when I lived for your smile,
Living only to make you happy.
There used to be a time when I longed for your touch,
Because that brought us closer.
There used to be a time when I loved you for you,
As you loved me for me.
There used to be a time but it is no more.
Now I dread your return,
Because you never missed me.
Now I am saddened by your smile,
For I was never the one who made you happy.
Now I flinch from your touch,
Because it reminds me of what never was.
Now I paint on a smile and call you friend.
Even that is no more.