Walking Is Still Honest

(i wasnt going to write this but Kristine put me up to it. Now please put your glove back on, you cant just go around slapping people willy nilly.)

Did you know?
I doubt you ever did, months later it comes to mind and i can still only hear my hollow words.
The memorys all to clear, a memory so unwanted it could never go away.
That silence.
I could of drowned in that silence.
In fact i was sure i had, my lungs barely expanding, choking under the weight of regret.
I could of fallen to my knees right there, on that dirty kitchen floor, but that wouldnt of solved anything. The point of no return had already been passed, miles ago, days ago.
Doomed from the start comes out so cliche, but this was the second start.
I expected it fully.
You found a few things to say, nicetys to put yourself at ease, then fell into the cadence.
My mind was reeling, i thought i wanted this, i thought, i thought....
I searched your face for an answer,but your fathomless blues eyes reflected back no uncertainty.
Did you know?
These promises of future rendezvous were in vain.
Lies as much as every other word you ever told me.
I knew.
If you walked out that door.
How could you not know? Not see?
Even after all this i never felt you owed something to me.
Im still just stuck with this image of the night before. I was ashamed to think id never held you so tight.
Did you know?
seems an unanswerable question.
Did you know you would never see me again.