I know...

I know you are in love with him,
it's in the slowness of your smile
the distance in your eyes
the curve of your back
and frequency of sighs

I know you are thinking of him,
though I lack the nerve to ask
it's in the locks of brazen hair
falling, unchastised
from half forgotten clasps

I know you will go to him,
it's in your promises
and the scent of your neck
as you lean to kiss my cheek
and leave and not look back

I know you won't forget me,
it's in the letters that you send
but the empty spaces echo still
memories of a childhood
I never thought would end