Face

Sometimes I have a hard time remembering your face, but I still remember the way you made me feel so clearly like I am experiencing it in real time. 

I don't know what that says about me, but perhaps a sign that I am meant to leave you in my past. 

I still wonder however if that day will ever come where you show up once random day asking for me back, because that's how you did things: impulsively and on your own whim.

If anything the way you left would be how you come back.

But I also know when you're gone, you're truly gone, and I wonder if I was nothing but an inconvenience.