There’s a small part of me
that lives down deep inside.
A part of me still loves you,
a part of me I thought died.
It thinks about you on rainy days
and days when the sun shines.
It thinks about you in the morning
and late into the night.
I would like to think about other things,
but this small part keeps my thoughts occupied.
It thinks about you when I don’t want to,
and it just so happens to make me cry.
This small part of me remembers the way your hand felt
when it brushed up against mine.
It has a fond memory of when you studied me
to guess the color of my eyes.
It recalls each time you laid me down before bed
and the way our legs intertwined.
What’s weird is this small part of me secretly knows
if you come back into my life.
I would be willing to take every inch of you,
and leave the bitterness behind.
The small part of me says this
even though you messed me up
and left without a goodbye.
But that part doesn’t know this
so it keeps bringing up thoughts
even after all this time.
As I listen to my head
and pretend like everything will be just fine.
I feel my chest rise and fall
but I don’t feel that small part of me tonight.