Existence.

It seems my existence has lost its value.
Because you don't seem interested anymore, For my own "good" no doubt.
And now you make me rethink my way of living, Without you here...What is the use?
Yet I manage to "survive", In this meaningless existence.
But to me now, Nothing has meaning but hearing the sound of your voice again, Feeling your touch. Locking all the memories, And yes even your name, In a locked safe in my head, to afraid to wonder what would happen if I still thought of you.
It would make things harder to heal for sure.
But some days I don't mind the pain as much.