I just want you to know
I still love you.
Your picture still sits above my bed
next to the pink roses you gave me.
I still think about you every night
while I sleep alone.
The albums you like still play
in the present you bought me for Christmas,
and that pin is still on my purse.
I may never understand why you left,
yet I still want you to look into my eyes,
cover me with your warm, passionate kisses,
and hold me in your arms
because the thought of anyone else
brings more tears to my eyes.
I just want to know
if you still love me, too.

But if not,
give me back my games and music
and anything else
I left in your possession...