My chest aches for someone I've known for seven years.

But knowing you so long doesn't mean I know your heart.

It's been ages since we've even spoken, and it's obviously clear

That for whatever reason, without you, I might just fall apart.

You've probably forgotten me, and for that I do not blame you.

But my mind wanders to thoughts of you every time I go to bed.

Why is that, I do not know, it's painful but it's true

That for whatever reason, without you, I might as well be dead.

Author's Note:

Not by best poem, but whatever :P