I really loved you with all my heart,

I remember the times when you called me 'sweetheart',

In the beginning you seemed to understand my warmth,

Then you drifted apart as in a sandstorm,

Then just like that, our love had grown old,

I took time to realize that in your mind was only cold,

I asked you to tell me if anything was wrong,

And every time you just replied, "The day's been too long,"

I felt safe in your presence, trusted you with my life,

But your feigned sweet words pierced me like a knife,

I loved you just the same, but I knew yours wasn't true,

I knew I was trapped, as in a deadly bout of flu,

Then came the time when I was a nobody to you,

I begged you to come back, but you didn't, did you?

I called you, and waited for you to pick it up too long,

But a familiar voice said that the number was wrong,

Oh! I couldn't believe how close we'd been,

Now that things were different: Your truth I had seen,

But I couldn't move on, as there was hope in the black

That you'd ring the doorbell and announce that you were back,

My pillow knew the grief of the tears I had shed,

The missed calls on my phone counted the disappointments I'd met,

I cried half to death when you were ill and up to fate, and yet

With me on my early deathbed, there was no one at the gate,

And I see you now, from inside my grave,

Pretending to console, telling others to be brave,

And now as I watch you shed a false tear,

I wonder more than ever – whether you'd ever really cared.