The plant by the window

It's 6 o'clock in that picture.

The sun trying to come inside, trying to sneak in before finally setting.

Trying to come see if I'm real.

- And I was.

Trying to come see if I'm happy.

- And I was.

I hadn't seen this picture in such a long time.

I was affraid to look at it, quite frankly.

I had dreaded the moment where I would come to realize I was still affected by you.

- And I am.

I had dreaded the silence, I had dreaded understanding that I was in love with you.

- And I still am.

Or

not.

It's hard to tell. It's also hard for me to look at the stupid plant by the window and not feel nostalgic. I know the chances of you seeing this image go from slim to none, it's virtually impossible.

Either way, here it is. I do remember you. I always do.

Nevertheless... plant, window, sun. It's time to move on.