I have come out
of the feeling I had
I have let go of the passion
with which I was clad.

I don't think of you
every morning as I wake up
Nor do I tie my hair
the way you liked.

I don't cook
your favorite dishes anymore
And I have abandoned
'that black dress' for sure.

I don't anymore
hum your favorite songs
And our conversations
from my memory, are gone.

I have no idea
how funnily you smiled
And I am unaware
that your jokes made me wild.

In my heart
the warmth of you is dead
I don't even notice
your absence from our bed.

You don't come across my mind
when I get wet in the rain
And trust me I never
want to see you again.