Did it hurt?

I ask myself this question at least twice a day.

Did you feel the same way I felt when you decided to end us.

Then I recall how cold you were almost as if you were another person entirely.

I tried to reconcile the person I was in love with,my person, with this stranger in front of me who didn't care that I was crying my eyes out.

The person who went on with life as if all was fine,

Like I was an heavy burden he had finally discarded

At the end that is what haunts me the most,

That I was easily discarded

I keep looking for some sort of consolation,

Tell me it hurt to let go of me and that was all for show and maybe the process of getting over you will begin.

Till then I'll keep on wondering...

Did it hurt?