stalking

an arrow stuck in my heart
a chill went down my spine
pain washed up my being

realizing that you are no longer mine
and those eyes are not twinkling for me
no longer me you miss in the wee hours of night
it was not me you messaged good night

it was not me who tuck you good night
caressing your feverish head from far apart

and when you were lying there sick
it was not me you turned to

and i wonder why i need to see what is happening in your life
and wishing that i could be happy for you
as you are
moving on....