Inspired (Ben Folds and 3 AM)

I don't think of you as often
as I used to.
You're a vivid memory,
but a memory
nonetheless.
I wish you the best
but I'm not sure
I'll miss you.
Which is selfish
and wrong because
I always hoped
you missed me.
I tried to talk to you
as often as before.
But despite the fact
that you aren't far away,
you are far away.
Would you see me off?
In my dreams
at the very least?
I miss our dream
touches and kisses.
The ones that were
never meant to be
in reality.
This is closure.
This is a
(temporary)
Good-bye.