The most beautiful words

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The most beautiful words you have read about, have not come out from a mouth which fails to murmur anythig more than her name. They came out from a heart, a heart which used to beat for one woman. A heart which was broken, into infinite pieces and every piece was lost. Like something was dropped off in the ocean, never to be found again. 
Sometimes, i think about you. I wish to know, if you think about me or not? Or how does your life feels as we no longer talk, like we used to, everyday and every night, never slept a night when we weren't talking. 
I wonder, do you feel my absence? Or is it all so normal, and all your friends have melted into my mould of your life too? 
Do you feel me behind you, as your brush your teeth in the morning? Because you're the first thing i think about as i wake up. 
Do you feel me on your lips? As your lipsticks dry out, and do you mistakenly smuggle to 'non-existant' me asking if you've corrected it good enough and suddenly realise he's no longer there? 
Do you ever wake up and find me to say a sorry for unexpected sleep? 
Do you go all out and find me? Or when you realise i am no longer there, and you pushed me away, do you feel guilty? Do you rush into the storm of feelings? Do you ever ask yourself why you did that? Do you want any of it back? Ever feel like coming back home? 
Because every day, when i wake up, and when you wake up and smile with half eyes open, a tear drops. 
The beating in your heart, and one stops.

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