A Liar- that's me.

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 when I get up
Nor do I tie my hair
the way you liked.

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

I do not hum
your all-time-favourite songs
And our conversations
from my memory- are gone.

I have no idea
how funnily you smiled
And I am totally unaware
that your touch 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
if I get wet in the rain
And trust me- I never
want to see you again.