I heard, that you've settled down.

I hear about you now and then.  People who have seen you in passing. People who have heard from other people.  People ask me about you all the time.  I'm not sure what hurts more:  That I have to tell them that I haven't heard from you since April, or the look of pity I get after I tell them.  I hear you have a  new plan for your life.  One that takes you in a completely different direction.  At least I hear you're doing well.  That you're happy.  Even if I am told your eyes betray your words.  You always did tell me to look deeper and never trust your words.  I would take a minute to be sad, but then I may never get back out of it.  See, I spent three months like that.  Sad that you left me.  Sad that you wanted to leave me behind.  Sad that you were running from me.  But, truth be told,  I never had you.  You didn't have enough emotion towards me to be concerned if I'm left behind.  You didn't care enough about me to run. I'm inconsequential.  Always was.  I can't take anymore time to mourn something that was never real.  Theres nothing more to figure out.  You're gone.  And while to me you're someone that I used to know, To you.. I'm no one at all.